On the cusp of an explosion I answer with evil that's the way that I play
It street turks multiple confusions I gnash spit I grind my teeth
Got a gun and a knife staring back at you
No security force or vigilante's overweight ego can dethrone me ostracized if
Not otherwise left to my own device
You'll surly see got a gun and a knife staring back at you got a gun and a knife staring back at you