Lyrics:

You've got your shit, I've got mine
Don't make me sick with your problems
What are you asking me
You belong not my family

Fuck you all
Fuck you off
Got my problems
Just mind yours

I'll be your friend, it you spit eash
I like people who bring me cash
But you'll never be mine
My life means myself, me myself and i

Fuck you all
Fuck you off
Got my problems
Just mind yours

Cash... does not bore me
It's my heart, it's my... soul...
Does not bore me!

Die! rot! stink!
Got my problems!
Die! rot! stink!
Just mind yours!

Fuck you all!