Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Yeah, it's Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng It's like dem man woke up pissed again If I buck

This your favorite song And it's all Please tell me what you think happened Like this time, fuck it I woke up to like ninety-nine missed calls That's like ninety-nine people I probably pissed off Like damn, nigga, I was on a jail call Damn, niggas make

Sarnia, you're on my mind You're, you're in my heart It's in my pockets and in my eyes, oh, in my blood Sarnia, you been on my mind You been on my mind oh oh yea uh-huh See you staring at your phone Like a poker hand, hey, what you reading? You said,

Empty they say Death, won't you let me stay? Suicide, I've already died It's just the funeral I've been waiting for Cyanide, living dead inside Break this empty shell forevermore Oh, call your name! Death, hear me call your name Forevermore!

Ooo ooo ooo ooo Let it be me All I wanna be is every little thing you need So if you're searching for the missing piece Who you gonna call when it's late at night Who you gonna run to when you can't hide If you want somebody by your side Who you gonna

It's been a long time running It's well worth the wait It's the same mistake Does your mother tell you things? Long, long when I'm gone? Who you talking to? Is she telling you I'm the one? It's a grave mistake and I'm wide awake Drive-in's rained out

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

It's coming at ya Here comes the metal meltdown Run for your lives Can't stop the metal meltdown No-one survives Something's calling in the night Electric madness roars in sight Heat is rising blazing fast Hot and evil feel the blast

Please take me It's the only way I feel it calling Go away, away You bumped into me I was down and you took me up past the ceiling You are the disease I'm the remedy that numbs all your feelings

You just want what you can't have I'll call the cops If you don't stop, I'll call your dad And I hate to do this to you on your birthday Happy birthday by the way "It's not you, it's me" and all that other bullshit You know that's bullshit Don'tcha',