Juggernaut [USA, Minnesota] - Master Of Pricks

You pimp slap the bitch Then you sell your mama’s soul People looking for the niche Makes a bigger bank roll He’s drivin’ his Lincoln Continental Cuz his caddy’s in the shop They wanna put him in the joint Cuz they said he killed a cop Throughout all the world Every occupation That breeds forth contempt Only one thing that leaves for the world All the contemplation All through the world We’ll need stimulation Pricks, master of pricks He’s a prick sucking on his own He’s got my finger bleeding now Cuz every rose must have it’s thorn You cross the line I draw You won’t live to see the dawn It’s not a question of survival It’s a question of when When the knife that ends up in your back Is from someone you call a friend So it’s in one ear And out the other Can anybody tell me what the Fuck is word to your mother Those lips keep flappin’ but They ain’t saying nothing I sit here thinkin’ that you’ll tell me something He’s a prick, master of pricks