The Boxmasters - 2-Bit Grifter lyrics

You're one of those horrible b**hes That eats whatever is in your way You don't even own a pair of britches That didn't come out of someone's pay You blackmailing, man-using son of a b**h You seem to get everybody on your side I hate my guts that I ever got the itch To lay a finger on your rotten hide But why am I always the guy that falls like a clown For every two-bit grifter that sticks me up or shakes me down