Lyrics
Two in the front, two in the back
I'm getting jacked, they say they seen a gat
I've done nothin', I just exist
But you win, I know you wanna kill me
Put to death, just like that
Justified, that's what you're thinking
All this violence trapped inside your twisted mind
Grinning, laughing as you try to whip my kind
Ouch!
Your vision of failure and envy from your kind
But I'm not blind
I see through your sick mind
Sick mind
Sick mind
Sick mind
