Criminal Song
Yuh, yuh, yuh, uh-oh, yeah
And I'm starting to think that I'm evil
And I'm starting to think that I'm evil
And I'm starting to think-
Starting to think- think- think- think- think-
Woke up like fuck today
Like, step off me bitch, you ain't got shit to say
Said fuck you, fuck them, we gonna start a riot
Check one, two, the crowd has gone silent
I'll rob you, your mother, your sister and your brother
Gotta pay rent one way or another
I hate this place, I wanna punch yo' face
So let's dance, so let's dance motherfucker
Baby quit your cryin'
Let's dance motherfucker, let's dance
(Let's dance motherfucker, let's dance)
I'll knock- knock your teeth out you punk-ass fucking bitch
Turn the keys and start the car
Bullets flying like some shooting stars
Hands up, better reach the sky
Better not move or you're gonna die bitch
Boy, you're fuckin' with disaster
Pull out the blade, then I'll kill you right after
Damn, you could've run faster
Pray to the priest, but I killed the fuckin' pastor
Figure out what side you're on
And if you kill shit then come along
Put your guns up, it's the criminal song
Who the fuck cares if it's right or wrong?
(Jesus man, that's my fuckin-)
And I'm starting to think that I'm evil
And I'm starting to think that I'm evil
And I'm starting to think that I'm evil
And I'm starting to think- think- think-
Boy, you're fuckin' with disaster
Pull out the blade, then I'll kill you right after
Damn, you could've run faster
Pray to the priest but I killed the fuckin' pastor
(Guilty!)
Then the hammer slams
My life went away for a year or ten
Came back home and my brothers got jobs
Shakin' hands with the fools we robbed
Like fuck, guess I'll start a new clique
Y'all weak motherfuckers make me sick
So I loaded my pistol and went out again
All of my friends were policemen
So I ran, ran, ran 'til my legs gave out
Shot in the back then I hit the damn ground
The sky got dark and the rain got cold
The pigs all laughed as my fate unfold
One bent down to me and said
"Boy, you're done fuckin' with our heads"
You said kill motherfuckers that cross your path
I shoulda killed you, yeah I wish I had, bitch
Boy, you're fuckin' with disaster
Pull out the blade, then I'll kill you right after
Damn, you could've run faster
Pray to the priest, but I killed the fuckin' pastor
Figure out what side you're on
And if you kill shit then come along
Put your guns up, it's the criminal song
Who the fuck cares if it's right or wrong?
And I'm starting to think that I'm evil
And I'm starting to think that I'm evil
And I'm starting to think-
Starting to think- think- think- think- think-
Woke up like fuck today
Like, step off me bitch, you ain't got shit to say
Said fuck you, fuck them, we gonna start a riot
Check one, two, the crowd has gone silent
I'll rob you, your mother, your sister and your brother
Gotta pay rent one way or another
I hate this place, I wanna punch yo' face
So let's dance, so let's dance motherfucker
Baby quit your cryin'
Let's dance motherfucker, let's dance
(Let's dance motherfucker, let's dance)
I'll knock- knock your teeth out you punk-ass fucking bitch
Turn the keys and start the car
Bullets flying like some shooting stars
Hands up, better reach the sky
Better not move or you're gonna die bitch
Boy, you're fuckin' with disaster
Pull out the blade, then I'll kill you right after
Damn, you could've run faster
Pray to the priest, but I killed the fuckin' pastor
Figure out what side you're on
And if you kill shit then come along
Put your guns up, it's the criminal song
Who the fuck cares if it's right or wrong?
(Jesus man, that's my fuckin-)
And I'm starting to think that I'm evil
And I'm starting to think that I'm evil
And I'm starting to think that I'm evil
And I'm starting to think- think- think-
Boy, you're fuckin' with disaster
Pull out the blade, then I'll kill you right after
Damn, you could've run faster
Pray to the priest but I killed the fuckin' pastor
(Guilty!)
Then the hammer slams
My life went away for a year or ten
Came back home and my brothers got jobs
Shakin' hands with the fools we robbed
Like fuck, guess I'll start a new clique
Y'all weak motherfuckers make me sick
So I loaded my pistol and went out again
All of my friends were policemen
So I ran, ran, ran 'til my legs gave out
Shot in the back then I hit the damn ground
The sky got dark and the rain got cold
The pigs all laughed as my fate unfold
One bent down to me and said
"Boy, you're done fuckin' with our heads"
You said kill motherfuckers that cross your path
I shoulda killed you, yeah I wish I had, bitch
Boy, you're fuckin' with disaster
Pull out the blade, then I'll kill you right after
Damn, you could've run faster
Pray to the priest, but I killed the fuckin' pastor
Figure out what side you're on
And if you kill shit then come along
Put your guns up, it's the criminal song
Who the fuck cares if it's right or wrong?
Credits
Writer(s): Thorne Baker
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