A night in the minefield

Tugging my uniform

Loose traps at keeping tabs

Where I'm laying on

Now where you supposed to enter is king

In whose to receive, yeah, and whose to blame

Huh? I don't get it

Come on

Shotgun drive off shells and get those slippers up and down

AC01 carrying coke, it sure use you around

With your microphone hidden in my drawers

Why don't you just beat me on with those claws?

Hit it!

I trust you just as far as low-fat groceries

Wouldn't you love to know whose are tugging at my jeans?

I'll stick this friggin' neck right down your cake hole

Just as soon as let you mess with the love I know

It's thuggery

It's thuggery

It's thuggery

It's thuggery

It's about a shout to get over it

And the blood rushed to my head

Come on little man, yeah

What don't you get?