LYRICS
I was justified when I was five
Raising cane, I spit in your eye
Times are changing, now the poor get fat
But the fever's gonna catch you when the ***** gets back
Eat meat on friday that's alright
Even like steak on a saturday night
I can ***** the best at your social do's
I get high from the speaking 'bout the things I do
I'm a *****, I'm a *****
I'm a ***** and I'm back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can *****, I can *****
'cause I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do
I entertain by picking brains
Sell my soul by dropping names
I don't like those, my god, what's that
Oh it's full of nasty habits when the ***** gets back
I'm a *****, I'm a *****
I'm a ***** and I'm back
Stone cold sober as a matter of fact
I can *****, I can *****
I'm better than you
It's the way that I move
The things that I do