Don't throw it all away...

[Verse]
Donating cash to Ladbrokes, [?], cash top, that bills, or red one?
Dead broke deadbeat, where the fuck's your head, son?
Eating take-away, wiping off my greasy face
I've been working my mouth, bitch, I need a raise
I like to rhyme, but I get paid a feeble wage
Handwriting's so shit I can't see the page
If you tell me that I'm not sick, I'll eat your face
The words I'm thinking you're about to hear are
The advanced stages of a real bad career path
My last album was cool, but if I can't top myself, then I'll top myself
Dangling by the waist, 'cos I hung myself from a belt
That's how it's supposed to work?
It's so absurd little things make me go berserk
Broke now, so all I do is bitch and fuss
Why this bus smell like piss? 'Cos I pissed on this bus

[Chorus 2x]
Damn, I threw all my cash away
Tell the bill collector that I went thataway
I'm trying to ascertain why I'm so brass today
But you know that somebody has to pay

[Verse]
The shit I'm taking got my face swollen like a blowfish
Muscles fucked up too, nothing I can cope with
So I bitch, and I moan, and I complain a lot
Break shit around the house, say my name, sound it out
Tell the truth or I'll pound it out your brain
Here we go, here we go, round and round again
Make a little dough, spend a little dough
Oi, Verbs, that isn't very clever, is it? No...
Financial planning is not my forte
All play and no work makes for a broke Verbs
No, sir, I am not trying to avoid your bills
That's just you being all paranoid, chill!
I see these numbers spinning 'round in my mind
Lights on the fruit machine, glowing in the night
I look at this shit and I know it isn't right -
Take a whole month to earn it and I blow it in a night, like...
[Chorus 2x]

Man, I'm so brass today...
Somebody has to...