[Verse]
Newspapers strewn
Warm bodies sprawling, appalling
It'll be in the papers tomorrow morning
Along with mourning, the names of the fallen
Embodied in bold print for you to take as a warning
Never intervene with the American Dream
We do whatever for the green
Fill you with lead up in the streets for that liquid cash
Hot-red liquid, splash marks
Spattered on your dash then dash; brash
We bring the hustle back to sinew and muscle
Cracked bone, cracked glass, cracked windows in the tussle
Flash ringing from the muzzle 'til you're cinders in the rubble
I don't value pigs unless they're sniffing for the truffles
I'm singing for the struggle
What you bringing to the scuffle?
I'm about to come and stick a pin into your bubble
Here's a cop killer for your trouble
Blood spattered on the asphalt but it doesn't matter
Rat-a-tat-tat, fuck a black mask
When death is entertainment then I'd better act daft
Like the Beatles on the rooftop
The police'll never let it be or get me to stop
You or me are going to soon drop
Down a staircase, flight or fire escape to a violent fate
Fight or flight kick in right away, rotate
But there's no turning back, you're going to roast
Flames are going to burn your back, murder-rap
I'm sure you've heard of that, this is the real deal
No limit to who we'll do in and what we'll steal
And if you feel ill then you can go away
This is the USA, if you can't take it; you'll be thrown away
But if you don't back down, you'll be blown away
Your wife'll tell your kids, "Daddy isn't coming home today"
Mayday! Mayday! The situation's getting cray-cray
I'm Jesse James in his heyday
I'll face your grenades, melee weapons, AKs
Arrange the date of your funeral
And the wake is my payday
They'll say that you were brave, pray
For the angels to change
The state's got to save face, I say grace
'Cause tonight you dine in paradise
While I take a plane, hijack a flight to Paraguay
I can't taste the pre-packaged airline meal
And I can't say what the hell I feel
You made a dog's dinner on a dog day afternoon
I must be off, sorry
But I'm going have to shoot
Said, you made a dog's dinner on a dog day afternoon
I must be off, sorry
But I'm going have to shoot
Newspapers strewn
Warm bodies sprawling, appalling
It'll be in the papers tomorrow morning
Along with mourning, the names of the fallen
Embodied in bold print for you to take as a warning
Never intervene with the American Dream
We do whatever for the green
Fill you with lead up in the streets for that liquid cash
Hot-red liquid, splash marks
Spattered on your dash then dash; brash
We bring the hustle back to sinew and muscle
Cracked bone, cracked glass, cracked windows in the tussle
Flash ringing from the muzzle 'til you're cinders in the rubble
I don't value pigs unless they're sniffing for the truffles
I'm singing for the struggle
What you bringing to the scuffle?
I'm about to come and stick a pin into your bubble
Here's a cop killer for your trouble
Blood spattered on the asphalt but it doesn't matter
Rat-a-tat-tat, fuck a black mask
When death is entertainment then I'd better act daft
Like the Beatles on the rooftop
The police'll never let it be or get me to stop
You or me are going to soon drop
Down a staircase, flight or fire escape to a violent fate
Fight or flight kick in right away, rotate
But there's no turning back, you're going to roast
Flames are going to burn your back, murder-rap
I'm sure you've heard of that, this is the real deal
No limit to who we'll do in and what we'll steal
And if you feel ill then you can go away
This is the USA, if you can't take it; you'll be thrown away
But if you don't back down, you'll be blown away
Your wife'll tell your kids, "Daddy isn't coming home today"
Mayday! Mayday! The situation's getting cray-cray
I'm Jesse James in his heyday
I'll face your grenades, melee weapons, AKs
Arrange the date of your funeral
And the wake is my payday
They'll say that you were brave, pray
For the angels to change
The state's got to save face, I say grace
'Cause tonight you dine in paradise
While I take a plane, hijack a flight to Paraguay
I can't taste the pre-packaged airline meal
And I can't say what the hell I feel
You made a dog's dinner on a dog day afternoon
I must be off, sorry
But I'm going have to shoot
Said, you made a dog's dinner on a dog day afternoon
I must be off, sorry
But I'm going have to shoot
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