Which Is Worse? letra

I could be selling kids for crack down on the Ave,
and I might listen to gangsta rap,
my bitch I'd slap with my right.
I don't wanna work, you can't make me.
Don't want to be an architect, no.
I'd put a bullet in my brain. I
'd rather be a freeloader, and sit on my ass.
Play asshole with Mr. Bud.
(I need) You're seven digits away.
I need a heroin habit, or a pair of rollerblades.
Could be spending daddy's cash, smoke lots of grass with All Chrome.
Burn my Sting records, write a letter saying "you Suck".
I'm sick of pretending that I give a shit.
Because you're seven digits away.
I need a heroin habit, or a pair of rollerblades.

Smackin Isaiah - Letras

• 1957
• A Chapter Of Accidents
• Beautiful Girl Disease
• Beer And Loafing In New Bedford
• Better Health Through Screaming In Tune
• Bowling
• Catharsis For Dummies
• Class Of '97
• Clear As Mud
• Don't Wake Me Up
• Forget Her
• Friendly In The Shit
• Halcyon Days
• Hell Or High Water
• Hike
• How To Set Yourself On Fire
• It Never Happened
• It Will Happen To You
• Mob Life
• Month Of Sundays
• Mushmouth
• Send-off
• September 10th
• September 9th
• Shot
• Studying The Sidewalk
• Temper, Temper
• The Big Fall
• The Devil Lives In Massachusetts
• Today's Special
• Which Is Worse?
• Wyoming State
• You Kiss Their Ass, And They Shit On You
• You Make Me Feel Like I Need A Psychiatric Evaluation