Like the latest fashion Like a spreading disease The kids are strappin' on their way to the classroom Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake their own campus locale And if they catch you slippin' then it's all over pal If one guys colors and the others don't mix They're gonna bash it up, bash it up, bash it up, bash it up...
Hey - man you talkin' back to me? Take him out You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey - man you disrespecting me? Take him out You gotta keep 'em separated
Hey they don't pay no mind If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time Hey come out and play
By the time you hear the siren It's already too late One goes to the morgue and the other to jail One guy's wasted and the other's a waste
It goes down the same as the thousand before No one's getting smarter No one's learning the score Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate Is gonna tie your own rope, tie your own rope, tie your own...