If you're gonna kill yourself

You'd better do it now

Don't wanna hear that why me shit again

If you're gonna piss and moan

I'm throwing in the towel

'cause this martyr rap is wearing pretty thin

And it stinks to high heaven



If you're gonna fuck that girl

Please keep it to yourself

I'm not concerned with what you do in bed

Don't care how it sounded

Smelled or tasted looked or felt

That kind of thing is better left unsaid

Because it stinks to high heaven