$.50

$.50 Lyrics

I'm going to go
Smoke in the shower
I need to p**s down the stairs
I'm so damned sick of this
Stupid bullsh*t
That I'm going to start splitting hairs
So I sat down and watched a pot boil
Then I stood up and spit in the fan
While every one of you
Dumb sons of b**ches
Were eating pellets
Right out of my hand

You look like a chicken in flight
Think I'll kick Foreman's ass
On my own

I will pay your sl*t mother
One half of one dollar
If she'll come and sleep with the band
This year's unlikely sex symbol
Is dressed like a priest not a man.