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Godsmack in a straight-jacket

A mac and a knife

Broad's back and it's broad back at the taxi a trifle

Motherfucker the lights motherfucker the lights

Fuck it, it's bright as a motherfucker

He right as a motherfucker

The rain can't stay in those plastic canisters

And the brain pan is pandering

Dang, man, he keeping it tucked


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, ass slippin' and then

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

History major, ain't doing shit with it, but what would he do

Teach at the fucking 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 other’s 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

Hash browns 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, gotta get more booze soon 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 that it 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 fucking jokes at? You a comedian, man, spit it out

Spit it out

Spit it out

Why you ain't gonna 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 shit, he don't run from no fights

He don't run from nothin'

Nothing left for discussin'

Scum suckers all over drinkin', smokin', yellin' and cussin'

Last week got a call 'bout some drug dealer stabbing his cousin

These cats is animals, they should be in a zoo or somethin'

And he protect and serve

These bitches got some nerve

Trying not to serve him when he keep killers off of their curbs

Killers off of their streets

These killers off of their 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, it was alright

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, aw, Randy saw his lights

And Randy starts to cry

He can't figure out why

He told his sister walking that she stop kissing that guy

She said "You ain't my dad!"

He said "Bitch, catch a cab."

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

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