Hey, hey, hey You think that I'm a little baby You think that I am fragile like a Fabergé You think that I am cracking, but you can't break me 'Cause I can be zen, and I can be the storm, yeah Smell like a rose, and I pierce like a thorn, yeah Karate

Don't leave no smell on me I'll be that person 'till my dying day I try so awful hard but I can't change My cold, cold sailor heart says, "Get on your way." I ain't too proud to say it but that's how I'm made From runways to the road I ramble alone This

Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on