All that you fucking got why don't you give it to me That Raiders baseball cap would sure look good on me I walk the streets at night and in my fantasy All of the girls I pass have got the hots for me I want a million bucks, I want a limousine I want a jet to fly me to the Caribbean You're gonna see my face on all the magazines You're gonne hear me scream
I gotta gun, I'm gonna finally be someone I gotta gun, I'm gonna cut somebody down I gotta gun, I'm gonna finallly be someone I gotta gun, I'm gonna shoot somebody
My Pop is dead, my Mom si shooting methadrine All that I know is see it on TV screen I kill the fucking starts, that is my fantasy That fucking phoney geeks don't mean alot to me I got no special love for reality I got no fucking views on foreign policy I'm gonna go dontown, I'm gonna have some fun I'm gonna shoot someone
I gotta gun ...
The AM-PM guy is bleeding On the floor The city cops are kicking in the swinging does I turn around, I know my fucking life is done It's time to have sonne fun