There’s this new shit on the street
China white, so fucking strong,
Taste it in your mouth, even after it’s gone
Od’d 3 times, in first 4 days
When was the last time you got really fucking high?
That times ten, and you still ain’t even close
Buy my shit at the shoppers drug mart store
10 Pack of 10cc’s, extra long
Carton of Export A greens, the strongest you can get
Could never stay in one place to long
Coned my way everywhere
Hooked up with the cartels, scary ass shit
Never thought it would end up like this
Shooting junk folded over in the fucking street
But fuck it, that’s the way she goes sometimes
This ain’t no fuckin nursery rhyme
This is the badass shit
Whatever you do don’t end up like this
Long hair, guns, and still look buff
Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves
You in the jungle baby and you better believe
There ain’t a bad’r motherfucker, than me
Still remember the fucking christmas tree
Presents for everyone, even me
How the fuck did it go so wrong
I don’t know but it’s all in this fucking song
I started out smoking pot
Used to get caught a fucking lot
I really had no fucking luck
Then my parents sent me away
Came back twice as fucked
Introduced everyone to angel dust
Doing shrooms and micro dot, like fucking M&M’s
Wouldn’t give a fuck, would do anything
There was no controlling me
Shooting fucking junk from a 10 cc
This ain’t no fucking game, or maybe it is
It always ends the fucking same, either way
In a dark fucking hole in the ground
peeps crying cuz you let them down
If I could do it all over again
I wouldn’t change a fucking thing
I was always bad always doing wrong
Don’t know why, just the way I was grown
Don’t like it? Well fuck you too
There ain’t a fucking thing, anyone could do
Long hair, guns, and still look buff
Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves
You in the jungle baby and you better believe
There ain’t a bad’er motherfucker, than me
Don’t know why I went the other way
I did read the satanic bible one day
Shit opened my eyes, made me feel like I was ok
found out there was a motherfucker as bad as me
He was a bad motherfucker, just like me
He grabbed a hold and said let’s go for a ride
I said, I don’t believe in all that shit
He said, of course not, you gettin on or what?
So we hooked up and we got in the junk
He didn’t play the fiddle and there ain’t no stump
He said, that shit be all hyperbole
I said now you talking like my little bro be
He grabbed a hold, and wouldn’t let go
He was kind of a cunt to put it honestly
But he took away all the pain
He was a bad motherfucker, just like me
Long hair, guns, and still look buff
Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves
You in the jungle baby and you better believe
There ain’t a bad’er motherfucker than me
We chilled out, like all the time
Streets, bedrooms, bathroom stalls
Didn’t seem to matter at all
Best friends, but always on my dime
Tried once or twice to throw him away
Fucking got sick all damn day
Said, come here little fucker, jump back on
Since then he ain’t never been gone
Carried that cunt around for years
Always said never wanted to see 40
Pretty sure that be comin true
Said bring it motherfucker, I’ll never slow down
Long hair, guns, and still look buff
Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves
You in the jungle baby and you better believe
There ain’t a bad’er motherfucker than me
As fucked up as it might sound
The thought of dying didn’t scare me a bit
Tried to warn the kids on the street about the shit
But all be just like me, livin they lives, at the speed of light
Life’s never boring with the 10cc’s
And a little cunt, with the junk, along for the ride
Wouldn’t change a thing, felt no pain
Wear a T-shirt in the fucking cold, fuck being old!
Did so much epic shit, Everything to the extreme
Some fuckers even made a documentary
Followed me, camera’s in my face, fucked up shit
But hey, I got a movie made about me,
What a fucking wonderful legacy
Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse
Don’t know why that always appealed to me
Used to do a little but a little wouldn’t do it
And a little got more and more, shit really got a hold of me
Long hair, guns, and still look buff
Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves
You in the jungle baby and you better believe
There ain’t a bad’er motherfucker than me
Don’t shed no tears, or pity me
This is the way I always wanted it to be
Smokin cigs, lots a junk, with 10cc’s
Till they put me in the motherfuckin ground
Long hair, guns, and still look buff
Don’t need no Jacket, don’t need no sleeves
There ain’t a bad’er motherfucker than me
Little bro will probably write a song about it
Lived my life, fast, at the speed of light
Motley Crue, AC/DC, Judas Priest
Cranking while they carried me
To my final resting place, now I gotta slow down, fuck!
But what a fucking ride!!!
I know I’ve got a sick and twisted mind
It leaks out stories like all the damn time
Little bro writing here, but I don’t mind
I can’t stop writing what’s in my mind
I keep thinking he was one of a kind
Even though I know that’s not true,
It sure feels that way to me sometimes
Exactly what he was I can’t define
Writing about him is my only way free
All these songs just spewed out of me.
I wrote 12 or 15 of them
When I found out what happened
I was so pissed and angry, he didn’t reach out
Especially to me, when shit got fucked up, like he always did
I keep thinking I could have done something
Paid for a fancy detox place
But as time goes by, I realize
It was always gonna happen
Just like he always said it would
And I’ve never heard of anyone
Hooked on smack, that wanted their family
To see them like that.
I contacted the producer of the Doc.
It’s still so fucking surreal, to see him walking and talking
With his long rockstar hair and sleeves cut out
Rocking the pipes with a smoke, hanging out his mouth.
He supplied all the material for this song
From that doc, he talked so openly about it all
He did OD 3 time’s in the first 4 days
When China White first hit the streets
I remember when he told me
He read the satanic bible,
I said dude, where do you even get that?
He said, you just gotta look around.
And it’s true he always said he never wanted to see 40
Never wanted to grow old, what the fuck for?
Was his reasoning, I never even seen him cry, once in his life
He used to laugh at me when I would cry listening to a song
The song I Still Got a Hammer That will fit your head.
Was the first one I wrote, Every line was a piece of his life
It’s on Spotify, and this site somewhere.
I wrote all the lyrics but wasn’t up to play and record it.
It just hurt to much
So I got someone else to do it, I think they fucking nailed it!
I will probably get this one done, probably all of them.
A few I want to do on acoustic by myself.
One of these days.
I still haven’t visited his grave.
RIP Brother