Cousin Randy Infectious Grooves

Spoken:

"Many people have many definitions of what family is
Some say it's blood, some say it's a bond
Some say it's a bond made with blood
Well, this is the story of Cousin Randy
Cousin Randy, six-foot-seven cyco muthafucka
Locked down half his life
He's my family, family by blood
And if you see him, don't look at him long
'Cause he'll kill ya, in a second, and it wouldn't be the first time
Cousin Randy..."

He'd disappear for years, then one day he would just show
Dad would buy him shoes, give him $50 and he'd go
He talked about the good days of war in Vietnam
Did two tours of duty with his new love heroin

You knew he'd be convicted before he was ever tried
Did his time in Chino, then Folsom and Wayside
But every day was prison, molested as a kid
Abused by his stepfather, hard to believe the things he did

We call him Cousin Randy

Couldn't get up in the morning, couldn't get to sleep at night
Swore the room was full of Demons, but nothin' was in our sight
No one was safe when Randy came out to play
He would leave you for dead and then just walk away