Track two  from Bitch, Don’t Let Me Die!.

She was my Garder Maley man man
My Ozzy-Ozzy can-can
Picking lint between the seats is so sweet
Have I got somethin for you?
Livin’ for my two dollar two

Now Julie in a neck-brace
Candy get a new face?
I like it when girls got money to burn
Let me show what I gotta go through
Livin for my two dollar two
Come on!

I’m standing in line hearing the voice I must obey
I’m standing in line waiting for money!!
I’m standing in line waiting for the boss to say okay
I’m standing in line waiting for money!!

Funny to the hah-hah
Skipping rope la-la,
Make me your bitch if it makes ya rich
Watchin’ my city burn down
Livin’ through a twenty dollar clown
Temper tantrum now-now, Show em how!
I like a lady who knows what my thing is for!
Do you really need to hear any more?
Livin’ for my four dollar four
Come on!

I’m standing in line hearing the voice I must obey
I’m standing in line waiting for money!!
I’m standing in line waiting for the boss to say okay
I’m standing in line waiting for money!!

And I won’t panic if you won’t panic
And if you get the ticket don’t pay the fine
Satanic mechanic in the mid-Atlantic
Makin’ drippy-droppy in a Chilean coal mine

Now wakey bake sunrise, shaking off the fruit-flies
Sittin’ in the corner watchin’ dirty flicks
Do you really wanna be in the mix!?
Living for my six, sixty-six
I’m layin that train track, have a snack-attack!
Five Pakistanis workin’ in back
Cookin on a dirty grill,
Give em all a twenty dollar bill
It’s comin back up! Hey!
It’s comin back up! Hey!

I’m running on dimes, hoping my debts will go away
I’m sending good times, makin’ some money Yeah!
I’m hangin with mimes, learning to talk a different way
I’m cutting in lines and winning the game
Shifting the blame!
Say what’s my name?
I make the bluest fame.