In the name of the Father the Son & the Holy Spirit
{Polish Prayer for the Dead}
My name is Kurt Cobain BOOM there goes My brain
They labeled Me insane but who's really to blame?
Insane in the membrane or so they fuckin claim
They put My work to shame and leave Me here to hang
Like a painting with a crooked frame
My name is Biggie Smallz they got Me by the ballz
Always watching always listening monitoring all My calls
Under heavy pressure even the giant falls
So higher and higher and higher and higher higher I build My walls
Makes no difference after all tragedy befalls
Shoulda packed it up and moved My ass up to Montreal
What up Canada?!?
My name is Ms. Monroe do You like My pretty bow?
They label Me a hoe then invite Me on their show
Tell Me Mr. Sullivan who's the real dildo?
Marilyn Marilyn one more photo
Okay fine but first pass Me the blow
{Polish Prayer for the Dead}
My name is Shakur Tupac what happened to all My luck?
Did I step on a duck? How did I get so fuckin stuck?
One by one all My feathers selfishly they pluck
So I will do juss what I do and run a fuckin muck
Cause in end let's not pretend that I ain't tryin to
Earn a couple few honest billion bucks
So leave Me alone and go on home
You dirty little [virus transmittal] filthy fucking shmucks
My name is John F. Kennedy but call Me JFK
Never thought that My government would take My life away
By a magic bullet proclaimed to be astray
Be it as it may science says no way
A magic fuckin bullet I call that bolagna
This bullshit magic fuckin bullet musta mastered the ballet
So get the fuck out come on now lets be real
And show Me the fuckin money
{Polish Prayer for the Dead}
Amen