Mr. Volatile

Black leather collar flipped up, too much gel in his hair
Tell him he can't smoke that in here, try and see if he cares
He's Mr. Volatile
He runs these streets so you had better watch out
If you keep talking you might lose your tongue, he'll cut it out
He's Mr. Volatile

Because he's Mr. Volatile, King of the Underworld
He's got a bone to pick with you
Buddy boy, you've crossed a line, and this might hurt a bit
Swing and a hit and then you're through

Delinquents, he'll lead 'em, small guns he doesn't need 'em
Anyone who tries to cross him, damned if he doesn't beat 'em
Gang wars are only fun when you're the one that wins
If you see Mr., you'd best beg forgiveness for your sins

Because he's Mr. Volatile, King of the Underworld
He's got a bone to pick with you
Buddy boy, you've crossed a line, and this might hurt a bit
Swing and a hit and then you're through

Mr. Volatile, King of the Underworld
He's got a bone to pick with you
Buddy boy, you've crossed a line, and this might hurt a bit
Swing and a hit and then you're through



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Writer(s): Jack Fulton
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