Ms. Jones taught me English
But I think I just shot her son
'Cause he owed me money.
With a bullet in the chest you cannot run.
Now he's bleeding in the vacant lot,
The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot.
I guess I didn't mean it,
But man, you should have seen it,
his flesh explode.
Slow motion, see me let go.
We tend to die young.
Slow motion, see me let go.
What a brother knows.
Slow motion, see me let go.
Now the cops will get me,
But girl, if you would let me,
I'll take your pants off.
I got a little bit of blow we could both get off.
Later bathing in the afterglow,
Two lines of coke I cut with Draino,
And her nose starts to bleed
A most beautiful ruby red.
Slow motion, see me let go.
We'll remeber these days.
Slow motion, see me let go.
Urban life decay.
Slow motion see me let go.
And I know
My sister's eating paint chips again.
Maybe that's why she's insane.
I shut the door to her moaning,
And I shoot smack in my veins, wouldn't you?
See my neighbor's beating his wife,
Because he hates his life.
There's a knock to his fist as he swings.
Oh, man, what a beautiful thing.
And these lines close to me
Won't grow old to be
A junkie wino creep.
Hollywood glamorized my wrath.
I'm a young urban psychopath.
I incite murder for your entertainment,
'Cause I needed the money.
What's your excuse?
The joke's on you.
Slow motion, see me let go.
O yeah.
Slow motion, see me let go.
Slow motion, see me let go.
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