Lyrics:

'You might be alittle paranoid smokin' all that weed or something do
I see the same people around the cornor and they be speaking good 'bout you'

I know they wanna try kill me
But still I never stop
So you better call the cops to come get me
I'm paranoid they got me lookin' around
It's like someone is watching me now
I'm not a desperado but I'm desperate
And when I'm shoved into a cornor I'm dangerous
Stained with this blood for fuckin' with real thugs
Still they wanna get me so they shoot me mugs
I don't give a fuck if it was over some drugs
If they want me come and get me now
I even got the (cocks gun) with me
And don't forget that we know where you live
And wont think twice to make a trip to your crib

'Hey man that's the man's boy man
Hey hey hey ain't your name mike man?

Yeah what's up?'

(Gun shot)

If you thinkin' about takin' me out
You better never let the word get out
(Now that's gangster)

Even if you had the chance
(Whut would you do?)
Sittin' right on front of my face
(Whut would you do?)
Ima just give 'em a taste of what it's like
When you someone's trying to turn out your lights

You came here to set it off
But when you leave you be lookin'
Like swiss cheese dangeling in your lawn
I'm strangling them all bang with the chainsaw
Contemplatin do what it ever all cost
I got a call from somebody that I love with my heart
They told me people were plotin to reap me apart
Its fucked up when they want you to die
Even worse when they are willing to try
Driving by like a repo man
Real slow late night
Leavin' something in your car that explodes on sight
One shot my chance to strike and if I hit on the money
Then nobody is leaving
I'm paranoid and nervous
All of the time to the point
Where its just got livin' to die
I got my head hangin' over with my hads in the sky
And a ciggarette burnin while its passing me by

Even if you had the chance
(Whut would you do?)
Sittin' right on front of my face
(Whut would you do?)
Ima just give 'em a taste of what it's like
When you someone's trying to turn out your lights

They really hate me
And they try to sneak up
I turn the lights off
And who ate the gauge like what
You shouldn't fuck with a man that's on edge
That's like betting against the spread
And a strait up thorough bred
Someday they will find me with a hole put in my head
But don't put all your hopes on the day that I'm dead
The reverend said that he was blessin us all
But sometimes I really feel he forgot about paul