[Verse 1: Busdriver]
Yeah, I killed him
But couldn't debate the charges that I should be held against
[...] self-dense
Tried to insult my gene pool over a pinball machine pool
Like we were in pre-school
So I slashed his throat with a 12-inch
And cooked his blood entrails in a sauce pan
I thought it was socially acceptable to kill people who you disagree with offhand
So why I should be jailed after?
I at least kill a person a week
[... ] to star in the black version of Grease
My lawyer says it's due my troubled past
I'm a byproduct of interbreeding
Whosе parents soothe my [...] crucifix splinters whеn teething
I may be dumb but I'm not crazy
[...] liver bleeding
Nothing says love like genital warts and [...] remakes
[...]
My last meal chopped liver and a chocolate chip cookie
At least I won't die on an empty stomach

[Verse 2: MC Paul Barman]
Death row
C.O. said, "Let's go"
My soul'll get dough in escrow
Last supper?
I'll have what Christ had
Write kites to my seeds of advice like a nice dad
Whites worth twice the lice on a rice pad
Funny what guarantees people's protection
Would I prefer gas chamber or lethal injection?
Go kiss the nuts right beneath his erection
Spare me
Ya buggin like Mary Mary
S'is state execution or hari-kari coo-coo seppuku?
Should I dance maybe down the hall in a tutu?
File say I got the IQ of stew
Shrug off a handler like shoulders got antlers
Outfoxed, more oxes than cattle ranchers
Boogedeh boogedeh
This beat is meshugenah
Don't know? Look it up
Like a court-ordered attorney
Strapped in a gurney
Squirming but shackles hold me back firmly
Cuffed in the stall
Got nothin nice to say, say nothin at all
Sodium Pentathol's a sedative
I may look asleep yet the dead'll still live
IV flushed with saline then paralyzing agent
Ensures breathing and muscle failing
IV flushed again then Potassium Chloride
Welcome to hell. I'll be your tour guide
Last thought as my lungs fill with blood:
Life begins at the moment you're loved