I want to be an addict

I want to be a w***e

I want to be a headcase

With no apparent cure

I want not to be responsible

For the things I do and say

To be considered a mad genius

Cause the idiots I blow away

Oh

I'm all up in this girl whose

Husband is a cop

Should I stop

Hell no

Should I stop

Hell no

I want to be eccentric in the

Hughsian

Sense of the word

I want to be cooked up and filleted

Never to be served

I want to carry out coups

Military and the like

To kidnap royal daughters from

Big palaces at night

I want to do the things

They say can never be done

I want to pass every lesser car

In my lemans prepped mclaren F1

Should I stop

Hell no

Should I stop

Hell no

But I think I'm being followed

I get all skitchy it's hard

To swallow

Maybe I'm just wallowing

In self pity

Maybe it's just this psycho city

Or the fact that she's so

F**king pretty

I want the dealers to roll

Me fatties

Pimps pick me up in their in the

Mud caddies

Thugs lay down their gatties and

Battles

I want every last motherf**king

Bad guy to call me daddy

Who's your daddy

Who's your daddy

I wanna know yeah

You

You can call me daddy when

Daddy when

You

You can call me daddy when

Daddy when

Oh

Your daddy