Like Chancre's
    Canterbury tales
    When three men find a pot of gold
    and end up killing one another in the name of greed
    Some people are poison
    Under my skin like opium
    And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
    Yeah there poison
    Admissions of liabilities
    I'm living in my own private cold war
    In a room full of spies and I cannot find the door
    Some people are poison
    Under my skin like opium
    And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
    Yeah there poison
    The violent aspects of a tattered man
    Let me respond to that if i can
    Illuminated Manuscripts written by hand
    Accusations have been made form the very beginning
    Some people are poison
    Under my skin like opium
    And I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
    Yeah there Fuckin Poison!