Worth more than gold
where it doesn't get cold
'cause I keep that fish real fresh

and the taste of death
on a chicken breast
makes that chicken breast the best

Dash these bitter seas
wherever you please
but I'll give you heart disease

and throw me in the dirt
if you want to do hurt
bring a broke man to his knees.

My birth is due to Mother Earth
She's got a bad sense of humor;
I'm a treat
I keep it sweet
a gift, a gun, a tumor