I'm talking to you
The rock you hold in your hand
Won't be the first and it sure as hell
Won't be the last
I never played by the rules
I wasn't born to lose
With just one predictable response from you thick f**ers
I'm stoned
Just can't get enough of that public execution
How could you sell your soul for silver and gold
To talk sh** on the racks
But it's hard to dance with the beast on your back
What's that sound
I swear i've heard it before
Oh yeah
It's just the rattling bones of d**h at my door