Out in the alley you can throw your hands up
Then hand me your fat wallet filled with cash
If you don't then I will have to stick you
And you can tell the cops I took your stash.
Now your down, down at the station
Filling out a theft citation
If you identify me
I'll kill your family
Stalking my new victim sure is grand.
Now I've raped your childrens mama
You can't believe this dreadful trauma
She screams in the night
You tremble with fright
Stalking my new victim sure is grand.
Down at the court house having trouble coping
For me to be dead is what your hoping
She points the finger at me
I plead in-san-i-ty
Stalking my new victim sure is grand
Now in your house a sound I won't be making
Was that a glass you thought you heard a'breaking?
Now you've got a gun
Hey, I've got to run
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