Savage Life

Lyrics

[Intro: Bizarre] LARS! Hey little kids, do not grow up trying to be like us Because the shit that we do, it's not cool [Verse 1: Bizarre] I got a problem with sleeping My wife's a whore, she got a problem with cheating (Whore!) I'm a fucking drug addict Stop for two weeks and then get right back at it The percs and the oxies The weed, a whole lot of broccoli Sorry to all my fans I do two songs and then leave in a van This white kid been in line for six hours Spit in his face and then yelled "Black power!" Fuck that, I need a meeting Where the cops at? I need a beating Weirdo, yeah I'm a zero Richard Simmons, my new fucking hero Psyche, I'm lying These perkies got me flying [Hook: Foul Mouth] A pocket full of dope got me acting right I'm like ten minutes away from the after life I'm a loser for destruction with an appetite The Last American Rock Stars bitch, savage life [Verse 2: King Gordy] This is horseshit Knock on your door and get your foreign bitch Torn and ripped, turned into a corpse and force with four inch dicks Where her oral is, boy is this Some disturbing, sick scurvy, sin worthy, sin thirty, men hurry And get it in. Bury her body, we like to party La di da di, the side of me got her hollering in lobbies Well obviously, me and Bizarre kind of an oddity Psychologically, we are out of our fucking noggins We are rock and roll legends, losers as you expected 'Cause we wreckless, doing meth on the steps of the Texas sheriff's And blow smoke all in their face, tell them to eat us like some breakfast Get arrested and confessed that I'm a weapon and they hate me And they spray me and they taze me in the chest And now I'm following directions But not really, hog and spit on his vest And I'm a motherfucking rockstar Pass the coke, the new black Axl Rose King Gordy! [Hook: Foul Mouth] A pocket full of dope got me acting right I'm like ten minutes away from the after life I'm a loser for destruction with an appetite The Last American Rock Stars bitch, savage life