Letras
(The Crimson Chin)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't give a fuck about what you're reckoning
.44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling
Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth
Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy
No, I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die
I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die
I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die
I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die
Can't get a motherfuckin' grip, I'm slipping
I do not wanna coexist, you pipsqueaks
I put your face into my fist, you best be
Heavy artillery equipped to test me
So many things I can't let go
Of what's been done to me, I can't let go
Of what's been done so
I let all this hate build up inside me
I don't give a fuck about what you're reckoning
.44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling
Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth
Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy
No, I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die
I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die
I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die
I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die
No, I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die
No, I don't think he wanna die, no, I don't think he wanna die
I don't think he wanna die, the politician in a suit
I don't think he wanna die, the policeman that's why he shoot
In an alley getting high off something scheduled, one or two
I don't think you wanna die, so why are you saying that you do?
Legalized suicide, flip the script
And I'm surprised you're alive, the pictures kicking
It's fucked that you and I share oxygen
I will survive, the public is not my friend
Uh, you need a passport to leave the country
If I say too much, they will hunt me
Pop, pop, pop, goes the rifle
With Uncle Sam, do not trifle
With time has died the true rebel spirit
There is no one left
Only cowards, nope, no one left
We don't give a F
-Uck About what you're reckoning
.44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling
Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth
Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy
No, I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die
I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die
I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die
I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die
No, I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die
No, I don't think he wanna die, no, I don't think he wanna
Die
D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-Die
D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-Die
Hey could you—, could you do me a favor and get your mouth off my di—