This shit aint going to take a long time

Its just a fucking little crime

You want me to rhyme?

Guns, knives all the weapons we can find

And hide behind

Underneath our jakets

Like some slackers

Eaten crackers.

We’re ready all is done

In my pocket is the gun.

All’s so quiet and still

Not like president Bill.

Having women here and there

And his wife aint even fucking care.

And O.J. killed his wife

She couldn’t even save her damn life.

Crazy people who do this stuff

Just to look fucking tough.

We do all of this

It’s so much to miss.

The pane and all the sadness we feel

Like a rolling weel of madness.

Shut da fuck up we say

But they aint get it anyway,

Not yesterday, not today.

Those shity assholes, moranes

We smash their fucking heads with door arms.

But we’re just fucking normal people

Like any others, we’re like brothers.

We love our mothers

Nobody bothers.