Think about it!
Does it not stagger the imagination?
No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions above
Won't that be something wheny ou go to live in your own mansion?
There'll be no concern about paying for it, it's already taken care of
There'll be no worry about veing moved out of it
It will be yours forever."
I got shot, ah!, the murder was heinous
The bullet went in my eyeball and out my anus
And I was hit, that was it, on the spot
Flash, I woke up in a parking lot
And I'm sitting in a '64 Reinkeys
With Shaggy Dope written on the car keys
I look around I can't believe that it's possible
I'm dead, and I made it to the carnival
I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of
Everybody and they momma got clown love
Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese,
Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's. (woowoo)
Hanging out with redneck truck drivers
Instead of always giving each other piledrivers
I see my old homey, he died in a drag
Chilling with two bitches, "What up, Shaggs?"
And he passed me a blunt like a tree trunk
I tried to hit it, but couldn't even fuck with it
And to think, I always been afraid to die
But I ain't never going back to wonder why
We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no
I was born, first, they threw me in a shit pile
I dealt with it, and lived there for a while
I got dissed on, pissed on, and beat down
Mutilated, and tossed out a dead clown
Next thing ya know, I'm chilling at the big top
Free money, and mad bitches non-stop
No water, it's Faygo on tap
I wash my hair, and my face, and my butt-crack with it
Cause I can, cause I'm phat paid
I got a five story funhouse with a maid
And she walks around with her titties hanging out
And when I cough, she come and dust my balls off (woowoo)
I'm headed up to the show, I'm gonna see
Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy E
Elvis tried to open up but got dissed off
We got pissed off, because he sounded like butt
There's no fights, it's a perfect match
Hillbillies in the crowd trying to cabbage patch
And to think, I've always been afraid to die
But I ain't never goin back to wonder why
We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no
Did ya ever burn your finger on something? hey
Well picture this, your nuts burning that way
And a roman candle sticking in your butthole
That's where the greedy skank motherfuckers go
This is all hell now, we living in it
But this bullshit'll be over in a minute
Then it's off to the Faygos and neden hoes
New clothes, and patent leather for your toes (woo-woo)
And while you sit around crying for your dead friend
He's chilling up there, paid, getting mad ends
He's probably there trying to figure out why you're sad
He's on the beach getting fat, you got it bad
And for those who ain't down for the next man
Who rob from the poor, and snatch all ya can
And any chicken talking shit, lemme tell ya something
Hold a lighter to your balls, and you'll see what's coming
We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no
"Does this excite you?
Think about it!
Does it not stagger the imagination?
No builder on earth can concieve any structure to compare to the mansions above.
Won't that be something when you go to live in your own mansion?
There'll be no concern about paying for it,
It's already taken care of
There'll be no worry about veing moved out of it.
It will be yours forever."
We all gonna die, but I'm not gonna fry
Even though most never try
I'm not gonna let this pass me bye, no