Оригинален текст
37 cents
No fken sense in my head
Gotta find a way to get money
But don't wanna wind up fkin' dead
Gonna punish some fken fool
Because of my sick demented head
Incarcerated
Incarcerated
Incarcerated
Incarcerated
I found an easy way to get cash
With 20 stab wounds to his back
I pushed it in and I ripped it out
And I grabbed the fkin' sack
I'm a long haired fkin' freak
And I don't resent a thing
Cops are after me
And I really don't give a fk
Because of pre-meditated murder
I ran out of motherfkin' luck