You’re so broke you could choke on the smoke that you toke And you want everybody here to know about it You’re so dope and you hope that the rope round your throat Will break and everybody here will talk about it I hope that you spontaneously combust And give us all some peace at last It isn’t very much to ask Where d’you hide when you’re wide and you’re so dead inside And you’ll do anything to never talk about it Such a shame when your brain is the size of a grain And you don’t know enough to know that you’re a fanny I hope that you spontaneously combust And give us all some peace at last It isn’t very much to ask I hope that you spontaneously combust And give us all some peace at last It isn’t very much to ask