yo Yo I’m accident-prone
Three months out of hospital
I’m still on my crushers
‘n’ feel like a cripple
I walk on one leg
Scratch my nuts until they both turn red
I’m a suicidal pot addict
Every night my mom lock me in the attic
Temper flaring all most automatic
Go on holiday to relax
Have three strokes ‘n’ four heart attacks
fall down Niagara falls
Hit every rock on the way down and land on my balls
‘n’ land on my balls
Be walkin around like the hunch back of nochrdam
With a prosthetic arm with a tattoo that says Vietnam
So they call me accident-prone
Fuck up a full batch of home grown
I slip bang and crash
There’s another accident
Go to pop a pain pill
‘n’ take a laxative
tell me wot ya think
aPARalypse
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