I can't stand the fucking sound
Hold me, squeeze me, friend me
I could shoot at everyone
Everyone's like the police
Ain't no way to get some peace
Murderers can stand their ground
They ain't no morals to the law
Hold me, soar me, screw me
People hyped up all the time
Of course I made sure I've got mine
Touch me, rush me, brush me
Yeah, we killed the Indians
Watch out for the Mexicans
They'll be back to kick our cans
Now it's time to duke it out
Nuke it out and black it out
Now it's time to blow it up
Wrap it up and throw it up
I can't stand the fucking sound
I could shoot at everyone