My name is Michael, landed and titled
Think of a crime, and it probably was my fault
But now I cleaned up my act, call me Lysol
I used to pull off heists then I got out of the cycle
I wasn't stopping 'til I got the bills
For a property in Rockford Hills
But now I rock the mils and the mansion
Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle
As I pop the pills, for reals
I live a life of luxury, but [bad word] me, I'm the man it sucks to be
Look and see, my family's dysfunctional
Sometimes I feel like I really want to punch them all
My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter
Or her mother, Or her mother's other lover
 [bad word] 
Suffering a midlife crisis, but have you seen how ridiculous my wife is?
You shouldn't be surprised what the mind of a man does
To hide from the madness of Amanda's
Even my analyst is [bad word] to handle this
So it's about time I went back to being the protagonist
[hook]

They call me Franklin, I'm all about the Benjamins
I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in(vroom)
I never had a family, except my gang and me
I was educated at the Hard Knock Academy
But gang banging was an absolute calamity
They handcuffed and chucked me in the slammer
It was agony
Now I'm free, being a repo man is my reality
But on this salary I can't afford a calorie
And as I can't gather enough food to eat
From Vespucci Beach, then I might resort to felony
Felling an enemy or anyone offending me
Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me
But if I end up in a feud with Lamar
I'll lick off his top, like a Cuban cigar
I'm the dude with the car, a superstar
In a street fight I'll pull off a hadouken
Rah!
You might find me in the strip club, [bad word] 
But I [bad word] to get my [bad word] sucked, nah
I'm a hip hop star
Blood? Crip? Not moi
I'm the top dog, sit, Chop, ha
It's like this x2
Look!

My name is Trevor
I live inside a trailer in the desert, where I blaze the chrystal method
This unhygienic lifestyle only takes a little effort
But the cash I had I've gone and wasted it, I'm reckless
I haven't got a pound to my name
So it's time to get out of the county of blaine
I used to fly a plane, now I just fry my brain
Howling at the Moon, you can assume that I'm insane
Like my neighbour Ron, I don't know what page he's on
Paranoid conspiracies, I really believe his brain is gone
Any plan I make, something has to spoil it
I can't fit this [bad word] foot down the toilet
I've got a penchant for throttling a pensioner
Then grabbing a can of petrol and notching up the temperature
I've got a nervous twitch that's quite violent
So I'm doing suicidal stunts in my y-fronts
I fell out with Michael, we never quite saw
Eyeball to eyeball, but now it's time for
Us to re-unite, grab the shotties and the rifles
And set the town alight in a giant fireball

The three of us are so grand thefting
The best in the biz no [bad word] question
Man it's y, straddling a jet ski
Ramming it at jet speed
Get me?
What you doing in our neck of the woods?
You best be checking the HUD
Cause in a second your blood will be flecking the mud
When we bust you by the lip
Take all your money and then customize a whip
How can we justify this [bad word]  We must be kind of sick
That's why we keep the piece that's the most [bad word] by the hip
So pull the map out while we pull the strap out
POW POW 'Til the po-po go and black out
Dropping from the chopper then we grab a couple hostages
We're hot dog ... sausages
We trade stocks and cribs, take shots at pricks
Bury their heads in the dirt, ostriches
The unholy trinity in your vicinity
Sinning with a seriously symbiotic synergy
We're the three similarly sinister GS
Each sending the cinem