We probably in hell already, our dumb asses not knowing.

I put the pistol by my head, and say a prayer. I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?

Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle.

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

The only time I have problems is when I sleep.

Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy.

And even though i act crazy I gotta thank the lord that you made meh.