If you're gonna kill yourself
You'd better do it now
Don't wanna hear that 'why me' shit again
If you're gonna piss and moan
I'm throwing in the towel
Cause this martyr rap is wearing pretty thin
And it stinks to high heaven
If you're gonna fuck that girl
Please keep it to yourself
I'm not concerned with what you do in bed
Don't care how it sounded
Smelled or tasted, looked or felt
That kind of thing is better left unsaid
Because it stinks to high heaven
