Don’t take me in vain, I’m no church bloke,
You call my name it best not be a joke!
If you see me hangin’ around the hood
You’ll know I’m up to bad, not good.
I smoke grass and puff death sticks,
But I hate the stoners turning tricks.
Can’t stomach kids, but the duckies are fine.
Chicks would be mine if I had a good line.
Yeah, I’m a liar and a low-life thief,
And I look real ill with my rotten teeth.
My name’s well known, and it ain’t good,
But the kiddies don’t care; that’s understood.