Dressed to Be Killed Was (Not Was)

[Verse 1]
His garbage can beret was tilted at an angle
What looked like a smile turned out to be a mango
He's got raw meat dangling from his glasses
Tonight is the night he's going to kick their asses

[Chorus]
He's broke, he's ugly and unskilled
And he's dressed to be killed (To be killed)
He's broke, he's ugly and unskilled
And he's dressed to be killed

[Rap]
Not to be dissin' you, but man you're a mess
Your hair ain't even combed and just look at the way you dress
If it wasn't for bad luck, well, you know what I mean
Every time you scored it was for the wrong team
You're so square you're a circle, better yet a zero
Other people need help but you need a hero
You need all the help you can get
Man, you're dry as hell but you're coming off wet
Why does it seem like every time you take a stand
You make a step and you'll end up in quicksand?
You try your best but you can't seem to find a rhythm
You don't know why you were born or why you're livin'
Nevertheless, you're the best at nothing
You're not even good at something
It seems like everything you do is a mistake
But sooner or later you're bound to get a break