When I start movin, you see a blur.
Get hooked on me baby, there aint no cure.
Ive always been able to laugh at fate.
Two brown eyes filled with hate.
Im the man who make
the street his home.
And my lean, mean heart
Is just as hard as stone.
Oh, Im my main man.
Dont want nothing from no one.
Im my main man.
Always ready for what evers gonna happen.
Spend my time in a cold jail cell.
Shootin up poison, and livin in hell.
And I never care what people think,
My historys written on me in tattoed ink.
And still life goes on;
Tracks on my arms.
And the number thirteen
Is my good luck charm.
What happens to me is my own affair.
If you dont like me, I really dont care.
Cause no ones been what Ive been through.
And I dont do what people want me to do.
Ill fight you till
The bitter end.
And then Ill screw
Your little girlfriend.
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