I woke up thirsty on an island in the sea 
I woke up hungry with hungry cougars surrounding me 
I hit the soft spot on the soft spot on my head 
It made me tired so i sung from my bed 
I'm ready to die [X4] 
A sword, a switchblade, any way you cut it 
I'm not afraid, i know i'm going to get it 
Oh maker! (of such fine products As palm trees, and the dead sea) 
Don't pardon me, there's nothing rude 
Things conclude, things conclude! 
As i slurred that chorus, 
The ghost of 
Biggie Smalls sounds like a drill 
The death sweat suits me 
A death threat provides a thrill 
I've seen the world, kissed all the pretty girls 
I've said my goodbyes and now i'm ready to die.