bald headed bitch mean Pam's right hand, together they are the coldest fiends Ah! Shit! Guess who arrived at the door It's Moony the supplier swung open
um, Tre Little why don't you stand up first? Tell 'em your story [Verse One: Tre Little] Yeah, I made my own bed, yeah that's what the judge said Called
multiplied Sock yo windpipe, cut yo air supply Hypnotized, not by the glitz 'n glamour So fuck them cameras, all I need is clips and hammers The X-Man said