I think I know what you're looking for
We're just looking for the truth
You wouldn't know the truth if I crammed it down your fucking throat
Boy, you're marked

Christ, your already dead
You just don't know it yet

I was cut from that cloth
I was cooked in that sauce
Get booked, catch a charge
Bitches like to hook out the bar
She a looker, the looks get her far
Shoot out, had you shook in the car

Like a fiend that's shooting a tar
Wish you would like a shooting star
Leave you stiff like I'm using starch
In the streets every day, it's a grueling march

Act real tough when the music starts
Only thing y'all shooting is Cupid darts
Foolish hearts
New gat coming with moving parts

Let it loose and it sparks
Demons
Let them loose in the dark
Trail you home and you lose when you park
Blood in the pool

Who is the shark
Pocket full of them Euro marks
Whole crew named by Groucho Marx
Devils Rejects come to play the part

Shots rip your plate apart
Yeah, looks like pagan art
This ain't for the faint of heart
I'm a native to these shady parts

Where they getting paid off their lady parts
Since the baby had a crazy ass start
Run up, Polo paisley scarf
That's my mask, hit the mark

Get your absence marked
Drinking Absinthe bark
You posted at the park
Posing as a narc
Trying to reach the higher arc

The truth is a fucking knife
It cuts deep and it cuts both ways

Which end of the buck knife are you holding
The handle or the blade
You don't even know

So what do you want
Should I break down in tears and confess my sins
To the holy fucking pussy of the virgin

I'm not a bad man
I'm just another lost soul
Searching for forgiveness
Wicked, wicked war