Your beery gut, it is explodin'
Your ass is pearin'; face is bloatin'
The stuff you eat is swill; with too much porkin'
You dont believe in drugs; but what's that butt you're smoking
Cant even get it up, when you try pokin'
But you tell ME .. over and over and over again my friend
How you dont believe you're on the road to infarction

Dont you understand what I'm trying to say
You really look like s&*t; the Big One's on its way
If your vessel's blocked, there'll be hell to pay
They might save you in time; might meet an early grave
Take a look in the mirror, Pops; it ought to scare you Pops
And you tell ME .. over and over and over again my friend
Now you dont believe you're on the brink of infarction

Now you've ruptured plaque; platelets coagulatin'
Clutching your chest; things are desperatin'
I cant twist the truth; I feel some palpitations
Handful of aspirin; will ease this tribulation
But CPR alone cant start circulations
When cardiac arrest is ischematin'
This whole crazy scene just needs defribillatin'
Can you tell ME .. over and over and over again my friend
Why you wouldn't believe you're at the brink of infarction

Think of all the plaque there was in Rich Pryor
Then turn around and look at slickster Willie Clinton
Ah, they pulled you through with God's good grace
But when you get home; new ways you must embrace
The planning of meals; no more stuffing of face
We can bypass clots; grafts cant be replaced
Exercise you lard ass, or this will all be a waste
And tell ME .. over and over and over again my friend
How you dint believe, you were on the brink of infarction

No, you dint believe, you were on the brink of infarction