Criminal Song

Yuh, yuh, yuh, uh-oh, yeah And I'm starting to think that I'm evil And I'm starting to think that I'm evil And I'm starting to think- Starting to think- think- think- think- think- Woke up like fuck today Like, step off me bitch, you ain't got shit to say Said fuck you, fuck them, we gonna start a riot Check one, two, the crowd has gone silent I'll rob you, your mother, your sister and your brother Gotta pay rent one way or another I hate this place, I wanna punch yo' face So let's dance, so let's dance motherfucker Baby quit your cryin' Let's dance motherfucker, let's dance (Let's dance motherfucker, let's dance) I'll knock- knock your teeth out you punk-ass fucking bitch Turn the keys and start the car Bullets flying like some shooting stars Hands up, better reach the sky Better not move or you're gonna die bitch Boy, you're fuckin' with disaster Pull out the blade, then I'll kill you right after Damn, you could've run faster Pray to the priest, but I killed the fuckin' pastor Figure out what side you're on And if you kill shit then come along Put your guns up, it's the criminal song Who the fuck cares if it's right or wrong? (Jesus man, that's my fuckin-) And I'm starting to think that I'm evil And I'm starting to think that I'm evil And I'm starting to think that I'm evil And I'm starting to think- think- think- Boy, you're fuckin' with disaster Pull out the blade, then I'll kill you right after Damn, you could've run faster Pray to the priest but I killed the fuckin' pastor (Guilty!) Then the hammer slams My life went away for a year or ten Came back home and my brothers got jobs Shakin' hands with the fools we robbed Like fuck, guess I'll start a new clique Y'all weak motherfuckers make me sick So I loaded my pistol and went out again All of my friends were policemen So I ran, ran, ran 'til my legs gave out Shot in the back then I hit the damn ground The sky got dark and the rain got cold The pigs all laughed as my fate unfold One bent down to me and said "Boy, you're done fuckin' with our heads" You said kill motherfuckers that cross your path I shoulda killed you, yeah I wish I had, bitch Boy, you're fuckin' with disaster Pull out the blade, then I'll kill you right after Damn, you could've run faster Pray to the priest, but I killed the fuckin' pastor Figure out what side you're on And if you kill shit then come along Put your guns up, it's the criminal song Who the fuck cares if it's right or wrong?