Alarm clock ringing Im not touching the snooze
Feeling mighty productive, feel like making some moves
Hit the fridge for some eggs and pastries Hash is brown, My brain is bacon
Get a text from a girl, this time she ain't frosted flaking
Roll up, To her pad
We hang out, It goes bad
She screams, and then gags
Dammit wheres the body bag?
The day was going splendid wasn't like any other
It's just to bad she's a deadbeat now I guess I have to dump her
Now Its midday on the river She sinks, not a swimmer
I leave, for dinner A good day? Its killer!
Now I'm back to the pad feeling bad bout my decisions
Quickly grasp for the strap cock it back, get in position
Write a letter, more a memoir, than ill tape it to the mirror
Shove some ice cubes in mouth then I pull the f*cking trigger