One Last Cigarette

[bad word] you [bad word]  Untie me from this chair man

You better untie me from this chair [bad word] You know who the [bad word] I am, I will have you killed [bad word] 
You better untie me [bad word]  [bad word] y'all [bad word] man!
Do you know who the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

[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 [bad word] homies, just like my momma told me
I held my hood up boldly, you were a [bad word] 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 [bad word] self in it
Don't try to make a move, [bad word] don't go [bad word] 'dere
I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the [bad word] 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 [bad word] Save your teardrops, yo don't even start [bad word] You shoulda thought of that long ago before you [bad word] me
You dodged me long enough, homey now you been lucky
But now it's pay the piper, no [bad word] 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 [bad word] "*}

{*flames roaring, a voice screaming*}

That's my favorite [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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*}