One Last Cigarette - Explicit Album Version

(Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man
 You better untie me from this chair nigga
 You know who the fuck I am, I will have you killed nigga!
 You better untie me motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man!
 Do you know who the fuck I am?)
 {*beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks*}
 Right {*duct tape being unrolled*}
 Sho' you right
 You want a cigarette nigga?
 [B-Real]
 You was a good kid, your parents musta loved you
 They got you out of trouble no matter how big the bubble
 They gave you everything, nah you never needed nothin
 We used to get high, 'member we was weeded cousin
 We used to go to clubs, blaze it up and act crazy
 What made you turn around, was it drugs or your lady?
 We had good times, committin hood crimes
 We drew lines but you never understood mine
 You don't go fuckin homies, just like my momma told me
 I held my hood up boldly, you were a fuckin phony
 I guess it manifested when I got the call early
 They said you bunkered down in the hood with ol' girly
 She had your back covered, but that didn't matter did it?
 I know you're livin, but you put your fuckin self in it
 Don't try to make a move, nigga don't go fuckin 'dere
 I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chair
 You never loved your family, you robbed that mall gladly
 They tried to love you sadly, you let 'em down badly
 Just call me Death's angel, but we were never strangers
 You 'bout to get mangled, that's truer than Kurt Angle
 Now it's time to pay, any last words to say?
 I know your mind strays, son I think you need to pray
 Don't even need to tell you, you were a smart nigga
 Save your teardrops, yo don't even start nigga
 You shoulda thought of that long ago before you fucked me
 You dodged me long enough, homey now you been lucky
 But now it's pay the piper, no fuckin traps or snipers
 Just the gas and lighter, caught up in the web of spiders
 But now you get devoured, burnin in the flames you coward
 This is the very hour, I send your family flowers
 I'm sure they all will miss you, but they will be good without you
 They'll reminisce and light a candle as they talk about you
 [Cypress Hill]
 Relax... no no it's okay
 Let me give you a light {*muffled: "Oh SHIT!"*}
 {*flames roaring, a voice screaming*}
 That's my favorite fucking song.
 {*in the background, "Pigs" by Cypress Hill plays*}
 [B-Real]
 This pig harassed the whole neighborhood
 Well this pig worked at the station
 This pig he killed my Homeboy
 so the fuckin pig, went on a vacation
 This pig he is the chief
 Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley
 He's got a son that's a pig too
 He's collectin pay-offs from a dark alley
 This pig's known as a narco.
 {*music fades*}