Narcomaniac

Always keep my gun I'm on the street run I know what I want I follow you son You are fucking acid head U need go to bed You tryna be bad And look for dope instead Are u mad Once I was said Shoot in such narcomaniac These were words of my dad Put my gun to your head One shot You are dead You ain't a man You tryna look tough But you hide your G-string Narcomaniac I don't deal with that Don't ride in the Rolls Royce Have the other car There have fun with my boys Look for junkies And make some noise And you'll be in the hospital Like Marco Roys If you don't like my voice That's your opinion You don't have a dime left I own a million I'm sorry, God For all my words But You know the greatest They spoil our world They are crazy people The drugs not leagal I hate them I can't stand them Narcomaniac I don't deal with that