i wrap my bruised knee and grab the uzi
i widen his face, tell him to laugh, amuse me..
fads are choosy, but i've decided my fate
i'll be the only one living inside of this place
no qualms with my motive.. and son its sloppy
but i choose this cuz no one can stop me
told cashier to hand it over, i made him mad
but later u wont think world trade was bad ..
my blade is glad to pierce smooth flesh
with these rude guests i aint killed a dude yet
but that'll soon change, im counting the dough
im worse than hell-ens, more than a mt.'ll blow
i let the hostages free, basically when i got away
but not a day goes by i think of it, not a day..
i was guilty, by my position in life, and not dreams..
see my job by the escape car; saying "Swat Team"
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