I woke up thirsty on an island in the sea I woke up hungry with hungry colours surrounding me I hit the soft spot on the soft spot on my head It made me tired so I sung from my bed I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die, I'm ready to die A sword, a switchblade, any way you cut it I'm not afraid, i know I'm going to get it Oh, maker of such fine products As palm trees, and the dead sea Don't pardon me, there's nothing rude Things conclude, things conclude! As I slurred that Chorus The ghosts got Biggie Smalls sounds like a drill The death sweat suits me A death threat provides a thrill I've seen the world, kissed all the pretty girls I've said my goodbyes and now I'm ready to die Ah.