well there's a feeling in this world that causes unrest your ambition and success is what i detest i try to be true i'm trying my best i'm not seduced by your cheap love hatreds and mess you make me die i heard all you gotta say i heard it in school about your soft-soap sex and your sickly drawl but you only care for yourself just like all the rest you love you filthy god and think you're the best you make me die TVs, videos, money and vice get you crawling on the floor like a suckin lice you'll swallow seed before you take advice well someone should of told you girl that ain't very nice you make me die