walk outta the house with a gun lookin for the oldest nun to run up and stun while im trying to have fun so i look for the shotgun cock it back fire a bullit back at the sun for no reason but i have the gun so you better start and run to late your time is gone your blood begins to abscond on the street forgive this son but i gotta hustle and get back to my asylum to plan a layed out stratagem on how to palm a hundred grand outta your little savings credit un-ion now i gotta bounce the nuns got my shot gun fuck i betta run

uppin for shits and shit and shit and shit and shit