 Help me. I've been cursed. Death is rolling in every verse. Candy paint on his brand new hearse. Can't contain him. He knows he works. This hurts. I won't lie. Doesn't matter how hard I try. Half the words don't mean a thing and I know that I won't be satisfied. So why try ignoring him? Make a dirt dance floor again. Say your prayers and stomp it out when they bring that chorus in. I beat it out.