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Godsmack in a straight-jacket

A mac and a knife

A broad's back and it's broad back at the taxi a trife

Motherf**ker the life lights motherf**ker the lights

F**k it, it's bright as a motherf**ker

He right as a motherf**ker

The rain can't stay in those plastic canisters

And the brain pan is pandering

Dang, man, he keeping it tucked (what?)

The nine in the space between his spine and the belt

Buckle, the safety is on, fine, his rocker is offline

He rocking that cap fitted, she sit in his lap kissin'

The driver, he laughs, nobody see him, he gas dippin'

The road slick, a** slippin' and then

He hope they're paying in cash

Sick of these hipster-a** kissers kissing everyone's a** but his

History major, ain't doing sh*t with it,

But what would he do

Teach at the f**king new school of the arts?

For a bunch of hooligan upstarts

Full of themselves, not smart enough

To grapple with anything real

That's when the Jaguar emblem crashed through

The driver-side window

And the driver of the

Jaguar's head left his body still sitting in the rental

The couple all bloody,

Tongues punctured by each others teeth,

Died and didn't let go

The taximan's been bisected

By the hood of a car he'd never buy,

Probably would never drive

Randy was the first on the scene,

Seeing this, couldn't breathe for a hot sec

Just transferred up from the desk,

Cause he thought he was ready, but he not yet

Hashbrown and eggs on his shirt,

And the pant leg,

Soon as he caught a whiff

Hadn't thrown up more

Than once since he was a little kid

And his brother made him drink a half bottle of

Pine-Sol, spinal everywhere,

He wrote the report as soon as he left the scene

Mind all everywhere,

He gotta get more booze soon or he gonna scream

Time all funny when his stomach goes skydive,

What year was it last?

Hadn't had a drink in about five,

But mama said every day was

Just made for sipping away,

He may be slipping

But hey, nobody said they was perfect

Randy got somebody by the collar, pistol to the face

Swore he just said something

'Bout his mama, say it to my face

Not so funny

When I got a chopper all up in your mouth

Where the f**king jokes?

You a comedian, man, spit it out

Spit it out

Spit it out

Why you ain't gon' spit it out?

Break a couple teeth

And give him something he can spit about

Blood dripping all on his wrist,

Boy Randy got it cold, right

That Police Academy sh*t,

He don't run from no fights

He don't run from nothin'

Nothing left for discussin'

Scumsuckers all over drinkin',

Smokin', yellin' and cussin'

Last week got a call

'Bout some ** dealer stabbing his cousin

These cats is animals,

They should be in a zoo or somethin'

And he protect and serve

These b**ches got some nerve

Trying not to serve him

When he keep killers off of they curbs

Killers off of they streets

These killers off of they minds

So they can go to sleep at night

And think that everything's fine

He had a glass of wine to calm him down,

That was a'ight

Was talking to this sexy girl,

Half black and half white

He asked her what she wanted,

Ordered up another pint

When they told him he was cut off

And all Randy saw was lights

And Randy starts to cry

He can't figure out why

He told his sister walk,

Unless she stop kissing that guy

She said "You ain't my dad!"

He said "B**ch, catch a cab."

And that's the last discussion she and Randy ever had