Thieves

I got a few good friends, they know who they are, as for everyone else just get back in your car, I've bent over backwards to help others at times, but you keep always taking these things that are mine, some gas and a grinder were the last two things, but you really messed up when you took my cd's well I'm sick and I'm tired,I'm tired and sick, from helping you out you worthless piece of shit so don't ask me for nothing, don't darken my door, your father's a bastard, and your mother's a whore.