(Punk motherfuckers hate Jayda,

Dumb hoes hate Jayda,

Wannabe gangsters hate Jayda,

Everybody hate Jayda

Everybody hate Jayda)

St. Peter crosses on your denim

And you never even knew it

Me and my roll deep,

Roll deep, old Jeep on these rainy cold streets

We ain't shivering

Sniffing coke off the center console,

Upend the bottle

Too fucking cool to defend my honor to anybody

Sitting, joking, and penning lyrics so incoherent,

Broken poetry,

Hit the larynx and leave the lips

General Chaos from Demerol cocktails,

And clear-eyed punks who think they know how my pot smells

Jayda got more names than Satan

Making fun of Reagan and pining for Sarah Palin,

Or Republican dames that I don't even know the name of,

But it's me against the world,

I guess I'll call her Topenga

I'll take a double whiskey with no chaser

Lunacy is my alma-mater, I'm now and later

Haters stuck in the past and I'm fucking blasted

Alabaster dope, girls, and smoke curling up

Three joints rolled,

One for each six, one for each six

One for each six six six

Three joints rolled up,

One for each six, one for each six,

Life is pretty, but she's a-

Three joints rolled,

One for each six, one for each six

One for each six six six

Three joints rolled up,

One for each six, one for each six,

Life is pretty, but she's a witch, though

St. Peter crosses on your denim

And you never even knew it

Me and my **** roll six six six-

Teen deep, in these rainy cold streets that we're living in

Bitches in the whip blow the cheeba

And then go silent,

That shit's the Mona Lisa

So she tight-lipped

I like em wide-hipped, red-eyed

Sipping on a Dead Guy

No biggie

I ain't even rich, yet I'm classy as a bitch,

In a vintage Members Only

Either jade or granny-smith, I don't know

Passing fifths and plead it

Christian elitists had need not touch

She got spells, I'm hellbound

But better than most

And gone in the morning,

Like the bitch done went to bed with a ghost, so

I'll take a double-whiskey

Catching eyes from the blond, but who's her friend with the titties?

With the titties

So how could I resist?

And I got three joints, one for each six, bitch

Three joints rolled,

One for each six, one for each six

One for each six six six

Three joints rolled up,

One for each six, one for each six,

Life is pretty, but she's a-

Three joints rolled,

One for each six, one for each six

One for each six six six

Three joints rolled up,

One for each six, one for each six,

Life is pretty, but she's a witch, though