Lord, I woke up this mornin' And I was feelin' kinda low And what I have to tell you You won't have my soul Lord I killed a man Lord, I took his life I stabbed him in the back With my store-boughten knife Lord, lord, lord Why do I do? I took the life of that man And now my life is through (My life is-) I think we 'bout to have the government come and get us 'Cause it's either makin' beats, or become drug dealers I'm stuck on the fence like those immigrant DREAMers Just tryin' to live my best life, on a side that's greener Well have you seen her? Well Peter picked the fuckin' right pepper for the reaper Put 'em in a sleeper, thinkin' of ways I could've keep her Then I lose my train of thought, 'cause my cat is havin' a seizure You know what sounds a little bit sweeter? Turn up the speaker, we all know that he's a rat We all call him a squealer When they found the body, 23 holes like Caesar And I'm not talkin' 'bout the pizza, bitch I'm talkin' 'bout the Roman leader But you wouldn't know so call me your history teacher That boy over there, to the choir was a preacher Tell my story with my coffee, hazelnut creamer And I ain't stoppin' now, overachiever Everybody got an expiration due date But the help is always there, only when it's fuckin' too late How the fuck you gon' talk so much shit without bein' constipate? Put that shit on Jeopardy, to answer that question is great And bitches gon' hate Give 'em a V8, 'cause he ain't lookin' straight Or better yet, send 'em a plate so they can get a taste Rap snitch knishes, are fuckin' laid to waste I think we 'bout to have the government come and get us 'Cause it's either makin' beats, or become drug dealers I'm stuck on the fence like those immigrant DREAMers Just tryin' to live my best life, on a side that's greener Well have you seen her? Well Peter picked the fuckin' right pepper for the reaper Put 'em in a sleeper, thinkin' of ways I could've keep her Then I lose my train of thought, 'cause my cat is havin' a seizure