Don't you want to grow up to be just like me? Now don't you want to grow up to be just like me? I am going to attempt to drown myself You can try this at home You can be just like me Mic check 1, 2 We recording? I'm cancerous

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

Please tell me I am not undone. I am low my friend and how my heart does sink. It's like there's cancer in my blood, It's like there's fire under my skin It's like there's water in my lungs, And I can't take another step And I'm drowning from within. I

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

C'mon and love me 'Cause I just can't wait Lady, won't you take me down to my knees You can do what you please She's a dancer, a romancer I'm a Capricorn and she's a Cancer She saw my picture in a music magazine When she met me, said she'd get me Touched

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

(This is country music) So turn it on, turn it up, and sing along This is real, this is your life in a song This is country music Well you're not supposed to say the word "cancer", in a song. And tellin' folks Jesus is the answer, can rub 'em wrong. It

Welcome to the Scientology of Hip Hop Where you must sign a life long contract as well You're so lucky to grow and age Lucky to go insane, they say they spotted some cancer Mucus built on your brain But you tell me to keep on praying Really this is a

Do you take me for a fool? How's it feel to be a tool? See to me your just a cancer Motherfucker war is the answer The time has come to get you some This ain't a test, fuck the rest Time to set the record straight Talk your shit, behind my back

'Cause the hardest part of this Is leaving you If you could get me a drink Of water cause my lips are chapped and faded Call my Aunt Marie Help her gather all my things And bury me In all my favorite colors,