Well, they called me a little so and so and so, yeah

Now hummin' a different tune

Oh, this is a job for a stupid man

Smoke it down to the filter and put it out on your hand

Them cops was lined up about a week long all down the road

True crime homosexual gangster men were, were piled up on my living room floor

Well I'm gonna get my own rifle down, and point it on in your eye

And huff a big long breath, and shoot it

Shoot it and, and shoot it and shoot it and, and shoot it and shoot it and shoot it and shoot it

I'll call the cops on my own self, figure out a way to please those men

I'll play detective, I'll play bloodhound, sniffin' up clues with my nose in the mud

Down here in my shantytown, leave you alone, for the rest of my life

By the time I got my ass up off the grass and on the sidewalk

Made my way toward the house, well

I realized they made their way home

I know this shit will continue