«You could hear the fuckin’ fleas crawlin’ on my nuts»
Out my window cool and bright
Fade so slowly into night
Funny how things look the same
Now that my friend Ebin’s changed
Ebin was a cooly that I used to know
Now he’s down with the PLO
He’s cold kickin it live with the KKK
No xxx, No JFA
Cooly was sportin’ black denium shoes
Dealing he was looking for something to use
With a pistol in his pocket and a bottle of boose
Well, it could be me or it could be you
Oh feels like my whole life is rearragned
Oh Ebin you changed
Ebin, Ebin, Ebin, Ebin you…
Oh how you changed
Oh you changed,