It's gettin' harder and harder to do this thang
Without smacking somebody, man
Jackin' somebody, man
Twenty five lacerations to the body
And put a gatt to the back of the body bang
I woke up in a cold sweat
Was just a dream
Lookin' down the barrel of an infrared beam
When things couldn't get any worse it seemed
Pat-pat-pat from a distant M-16
No need to guess, I got dressed in a [sheen?]
End up gettin' pulled over by the man
Taken down to the station and quest-ti-aned
Where was you around three nineteen?
I was at the house looking down the barrel of an infrared beam
When things couldn't get any worse than seems
I got chopped up and they got chopped up by the chop shop team