I wake up in the morning and I grab my hat
Of course, I already grabbed my wallet and you know its fatter
Then that who*e that I left on the floor in the back of the grocery store
As I open the door to the Cadillac and the gas hit the floor just like that
Im outta this town like a bat outta hell
Don't be sad might as well say "Farewell."
Crime scene, everything but evidence
This is very evident
And I know your hesitant
To be the only witness who saw the crime
But, I really dont have the time
So I creep up from behind
And realign your spine
Witness, Wasted
That's a closed case b**h
And you know I got that itch on my fingers
Like im Chris Cringle
Im comin' in ya chimney
Snatchin' everything I see
Cuz to me it is free
Thats all I got for now