You want my life,
You want to take away what's mine,
But I got my rights and I'll keep 
singing till the sun gon' rise

It's like it came for me,
I watched it solve my pain,
It's my beat,
You name it,
I'ma do this [bad word] till you slay me

I'll go and ask God and even he wants you dead,
I'll push you into the street everytime that I panic

So people,
Listen Mr. Hollywood guy,
You aint the next Jonathan Davis,
Who tries to rap but can't even sing

The only time he sounds good is when he's spreading [bad word] 
about when I was kicked out,
We can laugh at his corpse

But I aint done yet,
Don't you ever gon' get that I'm the next wave,
yeah 2 different daughters
and every night you choke on it until you're sober,
feel good;
smoke it,
smoke it

Don't you got something better to do,
than tell each other who's cute,
oh, he must be cute,
dude oh yeah,
I forgot to tell you that you're moms so loose
 [bad word] and her 2 kids can suck my [bad word] 
You know what this is

As I walk alone I still sing for tommorow,
Don't you forget that