If I was scared You know I would And if I was yours Now I'm ready to start But I'm not Like the kids in art school said they would And if I was bored And if I was pure

Play by the rules You're gonna miss all the fun He was a melon stealin' A do-it-anywayin' Playin' hooky from school A water tower poet class of '73 He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me

Not tear gas nor baton charge That stops you taking the city Ghetto defendant It is heroin pity Starved in metropolis Hooked on necropolis Addict of metropolis Do the worm on the accropolis Slamdance the cosmopolis

Stranded at the drivin', branded a fool What will they say Monday at school? Sandy, can't you see I'm in misery? We made a start, now we're apart There's nothing left for me Love has flown, all alone I sit and wonder why yi-yi-yi Oh why you left me, oh

Do you wanna die happy? My love's a revolver My sex is a killer I shoot 'em bang bang Line 'em up Knock 'em down My looks can kill

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol

Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill All you women who want a

Intestinal crank And the crank will turn Drawing out the guts I will die in pain Disemboweled alive Butchers drag me to the rack Bind my hands to the bar Legs are fastened to the table Hooded man unsheathes his knife

I don't drink brass monkey like to be funky Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking to show my shit Rap a hole in my dick boy I don't quit Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave Rolling

But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter One, two, three; one, two, three... Well, I left my home on hollow bones