(Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man
  You better untie me from this chair nigga
  You know who the fuck I am, I will have you killed nigga!
  You better untie me motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man!
  Do you know who the fuck 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 nigga?
  
  [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 fuckin homies, just like my momma told me
  I held my hood up boldly, you were a fuckin 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 fuckin self in it
  Don't try to make a move, nigga don't go fuckin 'dere
  I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin 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 nigga
  Save your teardrops, yo don't even start nigga
  You shoulda thought of that long ago before you fucked me
  You dodged me long enough, homey now you been lucky
  But now it's pay the piper, no fuckin 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 SHIT!"]
  
  [flames roaring, a voice screaming]
  
  That's my favorite fucking 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 fuckin 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]