Bang your head! Metal health will drive you mad! Yeah ah arr! And I'm an axe grinder, pile driver Mama says that I never, never mind her Got no brains, I'm insane The teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser, six string razor

And I know how it's to be, yeah Cause, I think I'm goin' blind There is nothing more for you and I I'm ninety three, you're sixteen And I know how it should be Some are young and some are free But I think I'm goin' blind Little lady, can't you see You're

Yeah, like swoosh Now how ya like me now Yeah, and we smoke that kush Yeah, that kush Yeah, and we ball like swoosh Yeah, now how ya like me now Got the shit goin' till six Press a button, watch the motherfucker do tricks

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Christine (Christine), sixteen (sixteen) Christine sixteen, Christine sixteen Christine, yeah (Christine), yeah, yeah Christine (Christine), yeah, yeah, yeah She's got me dizzy, she sees me through to the end She's got me in her hands and there's no use

I used to love her, oh yeah but I had to kill her I used to love her but I had to kill her And I can still hear her complain She bitched so much, she drove me nuts I had to put her six feet under I used to love her, yeah but I had to kill her I knew I'll

When I hop out his new six Fresh in some new shit Damn, she is too thick, who is this? Yeah I'm his new bitch I'm his new bitch And I'm spending his new cash Few trips, new bags Damn, she is too bad Oh you mad?

(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends

In my bank account, yeah (oh God) Ready to gun you down, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight M's in my bank account, yeah (oh God) I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight shooters ready to gun you down, yeah

Yeah yeah yeah, make some motherfucking noise Yo Doggy Dogg you're on, live on stage Performing tonight, excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on You know! The one and only Don Corleone, the big homey why'know me Well if it's on I guess it's bout time Let me