Number 1 for the little onesnAnd 2 for the things I do and 3nnNumber 1 I got a gunnNumber 2 I’m gonna do anythingnThat’s number 3, that’ll be three strikes for menAnd number 4 is liquor, I drink more than younAnd my skin’s thicker toonAnd 5, I got a knife and I’m not afraid to use itnNumber 6 I get my kicks from slitting my wrist when I drink a fifthnAnd number 7 I will never go to heavennCause 8 I’m not a saintnAnd number 9 I read your mindnYou’re a fucking snitch, you lie all the timenAnd number 10 you weren’t listening, so I gotta say it againnnI just threw back a gallon of liquornMix it with paint it makes your blood thickernNow I’m a natural born killernA terminator dressed like GodzillanYou wanna see my pocket protectornYou’re cooking me like Hannibal LectornWell I got something you can eatnSo 'bon appetite' you fucking freaknI don’t expect your respect that’s why I gotta protect thisnCheck this box if you wanna rock with menGive it a knock and I’ll give you a walky-talkie and some chalk and bottle of sakenA tender box that comes with 3 frogs and 3 dogs and fat hog ready to matenYeah he’ll frost your cakes but don’t hesitatenYou make your mistakes; I’ll make my mistakes, k?nnThese days it’s hard to stay sobernConvinced my life will be over soonnI used to like to play red rovernI’m getting sadder as I grow oldernAnd now I’m looking just like MedusanBut don’t stare or I’m gonna goose yanI’m been sitting here for a weeknA phenomenal, a nominal sheiknSo let’s make a little sacrificenI brought the dice and some lice and I’m feeling kinda nicenThe blue ice got my head in a vice cause I hit it twicenHypnotized I’m seeing mice, they’re cooking ricenIt doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or rightnWe got the rhymes and some limes and the cuervo delightsnThen it lights the fights and bites and burns the kites in turnnUntil the weak squirm like they’re little wormsnnYou can fade away or find a place to restnYou know your girl and me we’re lying in the nestnAnd if you touch her chest, then she’ll undressnShe’s not the best, you get a check lessnMomma save us, say la vinLocked out cause shit, I forgot the keynAnd I skinned my knee, poor me, oweenI’m so sorry, can I have some tea and some honey and a playboy bunnynWhat, you think that’s funny, give me some fucking me moneynAnd now look, you’re runningnYou should’ve known that it’d be like thatnStalk you round all day then stab you in the backnGuess it’s first degree when you make a mapnI should’ve thought of that before I drained your sapnWish I could take it back, I wonder where you’re atnMaybe in heaven or 7-11 in the back