Buy low, sell high A centipede between the eyes Looking hungry at the flock Spill the blood, improve the stock
White trash riverboat Tom Sawyer He tried to sue my voodoo lawyer I held him up bringin' home his bacon and I cooked it lean in the kitchen with Satan
And him and me with our brackish frowns Dressin' down, sleaze broker town We moved 'em out, we took 'em down We're dressin' down with a cell phone Answerin' calls, this cookin' pays Gimme a call, 1-800-FUCKIN-A
I'll put you in a cardboard box Slip you out into the rocks Sit back and watch your momma pray 'Cause fuckin' maggot you're in the way