Crazy
Stone cold crazy, you know
Walking down the street,
Shooting people that I meet,
Bullet in my tommy-gun
Here come the deputy, try fuckin' gettin' me,
Gotta fuckin' get up and run
They got the sirens loose
I run right outta juice
They're gonna put me in a cell, if I can't go to heaven
Let me go to hell!!!
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