Roots Manuva - The Falling lyrics

Guns, b**hes, hoes, crack d**h and disease, and a baseball bat S T D's that have no name Down at the clinic with a face full'a shame Russian Roulette with a naked flame Dangerously slow but in the fast lane A big nose bleed and a bag of c**aine Just got the news about the tumor in my brain Just don't care so we sniff it all the same Caught my best friend sleepin' with my girlfriend, Jane Now I'm thinkin' of a way to get them slain Assa**ins for hire, they shall get paid Two-G, Three-G, whatever it costs None of those fools shoulda got me crossed I'm just about ready for some treacherous thing Hand grenade on the plane looks another dunblane Ma** murderin', brains on the floor You're dead 'cause I said you shouldn't live no more You done and made me lose my cool Where's my tool? Who's the bigger fool? Road rage, pavement rage, all kind of rage You'll be lucky if you get to see some old age Every other day's a good day to die Best be careful, if you's love your life You don't know nothin', you don't see nothin' You don't be nothin', you don't do nothin' But we all got to be something and somebody But everybody here can't be that rich You know the sayin', 'Life's A b**h' I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch Keep your mouth shut, help me dig this ditch Don't you be a stupid b**h I took a blunt knife and cut a piece of my heart That's my sacrifice, my wayward device It sound mad though, my self-mutilation like Doctor Fosters and his very first patient The God's ain't happy 'cause man is praisin' himself Plannin' to get to Heaven with that earthly wealth Blood money, grudge money, nobody budge money Ma** futility, souls on the guillotine Meantime I unravel, callin' Jimmy Saville Come fix my epitomy I'm bitterly the bitterness