V.S.S.B. II [English translation]

Tell me, is there nothing at all which is holy to you?

Holy?

I met a holy man the other day

He asked about my soul, but not my life

He put a cross around my neck and said

My son, it's never too late to be forgiven

I said "You can't change that the world is mad

So you ought to sell crazy elsewhere

Here, it's fuck a friendship, give me cash

And some noncommittal sex rather than love

Children of the concrete now in the wealthy slum

Went from young to middle aged and stupid

From ignorants to having the truth on our tongues

As chance of dying young passed us by

Among supermodels with their eyes turned in

And never better than the shit they just consumed

And media horny people on microphones seem indifferent

But those rappers, they'd die for attention

'Cause they all give a fuck until they're nominated to an award

They've got nothing to celebrate, but are still busy partying

They can keep their crap, 'cause me and my friends just want to eat

As we roll up in something making you and your crew look like shit

All I know is "Make those fucking money"

All of my friends are all like "Tell me you fucked her"

The mentality is too many hoes, too little time

Too many hoes, too little time

Broken noses and BMWs

Intercourse with whoever's interested

I ought to know better than that madness

But decaying to what turns on my generation

Violence, sex, stolen cars

Do you see me now, mama, I'm not poorly educated

Violence, sex, stolen cars

I'm merely as fucked up as the rest of the country

We're drunk on love and wine

Christ, give us today our daily(, the) problem is that we misunderstand one another perfectly

Illustrated by their need to make poems

We're stuck between hell and a hard heart on the right, my sense of direction says that we're done, so count me in as an accomplice in our fall

That's life according to Liam, and fuck everything else

• Artist:L.O.C.
• Album:Sakrilegium