[Verse 1] You never know it might be better than yesterday Yeah, the last word you hear a Wall Street investor say That's the way the ball bounces off the asphalt He hit the concrete and came to a fast halt It could really hurt your brain Was it worth the pain, ask Milli or Kurt Cobain What profit the man who gain the whole world Just to lose his soul, plus his main ol' girl? Sounds slick, he wrote it with a Bic Round Stic Tie a brick around his neck so he drown quick Prick… the tricks the Villain plays For kicks make a k**in' like ‘Six Million Ways…' A four pound, Tec or shotty Turned the party out, bound to wreck your body Til the soul's gone, he keep an old born That make more noise than a gold horn, hold on [Verse 2] Whats the score? Still slaughter, such a bore Whoever want some water, come in and shut the door There's too much to live for Got more, give to the poor I'm abso-tutely positively sure Put the raw in the wind like missiles A lotta wack beats bring the gin like whistles Shot the black heat, sting the skin to the gristle Got the back seat to the kingpin, sizzle Fire burn, it's not none of my concern Villain for hire for those who wanna try and learn From the clever, wise brother who's forever in disguise Don't be surprised when he sever ties He never lies like Doctor Doom Trust me, he keep it musty like a guys' locker room Trying to find out who stole the roll on And make moves like a bold pawn, hold on