I'm pullin' that chopper out that driveway, the tires leavin' prints My denim is bloodstained still, last night was a close range hit Bar room is emptyin' smoke, billowing from the chimney tip Back wall of the concrete drips, Creek Water in the flask, it get sipped Okay, these bitches acting rude, bandana is tied on my head Got a knot in that knapsack, hangin' out the side, you see red Opiate Taylor is trashy, Slumerican born to be trashy They took my ass to the city, I just don't know how to act classy Black feather hangin' out that hat, just so them punks see me comin' From a tribe called broke, so I'm not breakin' or runnin' Fuck all that racism, bitch, and who the fuck you roll with I'm a white boy from the South, but I'm on some new South shit
It's unnatural I'm unnatural Unnatural born killer Unnatural born killer Unnatural born killer Unnatural born killer Unnatural born, (Okay, okay)
Okay, that cigarette is burnin', inhaling secondhand smoke The paper walls of the trailer dilapidated and broke There's Dickie suits in my closet, back to the same old shit And I'm either flippin' that weight or your boy is hittin' a lick My chain done fell off the sprocket, rims all crooked and wobbly But I can't quit while they watching, so I gotta keep rollin' and rockin' Drive it like I stole it then drop it off, let 'em hold it and chop it Gotta get my cut like a pocket knife for the bucket off top, and yeah Bitch, to the rim, no more fishin' for brim I'm 'bout to take the great white, go make soup with its fins I ain't got time, bitch, I'm tied up like no loose ends To the fake motherfuckers around me I need no new friends, that's unnatural
Yeah, I'm unnatural Unnatural born killer Unnatural born killer Unnatural born killer Unnatural born killer Unnatural born
Compositores: Michael David Hartnett (Hartnett Michael), Michael Wayne Atha, Brian Alexander Jones, Malcom Xavier Elliot ECAD: Obra #42850078