It's Friday night and the streets are filled with
Rich little fucking college pussy faggots
I'm gonna get a fucking gun
And shoot them all right in the balls
(Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin bout)
Everybody's running out
Bodies hit the ground
You'd better take cover
It's a pipebomb on Lansdowne
x2
Street
So like, when I'm on Lansdowne and I'm looking to score
I say, "Hey baby, you wanna boogey?"
And they say, "Why don't you buy me a drink?"
And I say, "Why I don't tear your clothes off and spit in your face, Bitch!"
(Yeah, baby)
Everybody's running out
Bodies hit the ground
You'd better take cover
It's a pipebomb on Lansdowne
x2
Street
So one night I'm on Lansdowne Street
And I see old ["Pat Wyatt" backwards]
See, he comes up and says, "Hey man, you got any Ecstasy?"
I say, "Ecstasy? I don't do that shit"
He says, "Yo man, I'll suck your dick"
(Yeah, baby)
Everybody's running out
Bodies hit the ground
You'd better take cover
It's a pipebomb on Lansdowne
x2
Pipebomb on Lansdowne
Pipebomb on Lansdowne Street