Pass Me By

"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the

imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to

compare to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go

to live in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it,

it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about being moved out

of it. It will be yours forever."

I got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous

The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus

And I was hit, that was it, on the spot

Flash, I woke up in a parking lot

And I'm sittin in a '64 Reinkeys

With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys

I look around I can't believe that it's possible

I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival

I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of

Everybody and they momma got clown luv

Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese,

Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woowoo)

Hangin' out with redneck truck drivers

Instead of always givin' each other piledrivers

I see my old homey, he died in a drag

Chillin with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?"

And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk

I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it

And to think, I always been afraid to die

But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.

R: We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry

Even though most never try

I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no

I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile

I dealt with it, and lived there for a while

I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down

Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown

Next thing ya know, I'm chillin' at the big top

Free money, and mad bitches non-stop

No water, it's Faygo on tap

I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it

Cuz I can, cuz I'm phat paid

I got a five story funhouse with a maid

And she walks around with her titties hanging out

And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woowoo)

I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see

Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E

Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off

We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt

There's no fights, it's a perfect match

Hillbillies in the crowd tryin' to cabbage patch

And to think, I've always been afraid to die

But I ain't never goin back to wonder why.

R: (2x)

Did ya ever burn your finger on somethin? hey

Well picture this, your nuts burnin that way

And a roman candle stickin' in your butthole

That's where the greedy skank motherfuckers go

This is all hell now, we livin' in it

But this bullshit'll be over in a minute

Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes

New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo)

And while you sit around cryin' for your dead friend

He's chillin' up there, paid, getting mad ends

He's probably there tryin to figure out why you're sad

He's on the beach gettin' fat, you got it bad

And for those who ain't down for the next man

Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can

And any chicken talkin' shit, lemme tell ya something

Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's coming

R: (2x)

"Does this excite you? Think about it! Does it not stagger the

imagination? No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare

to the mansions above. Won't that be something when you go to live

in your own mansion? There'll be no concern about paying for it,

it's already taken care of. There'll be no worry about being moved out

of it. It will be yours forever."

R: (10x)