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Godsmack in a straight-jacket A mac and a knife A broad's back and it's broad back at the taxi a trife Motherfucker the life lights motherfucker the lights Fuck it, it's bright as a motherfucker He right as a motherfucker The rain can't stay in those plastic canisters And the brain pan is pandering Dang, man, he keeping it tucked (what?) The nine in the space between his spine and the belt Buckle, the safety is on, fine, his rocker is offline He rocking that cap fitted, she sit in his lap kissin' The driver, he laughs, nobody see him, he gas dippin' The road slick, ass slippin' and then He hope they're paying in cash Sick of these hipster-ass kissers kissing everyone's ass but his History major, ain't doing shit with it, but what would he do Teach at the fucking new school of the arts? For a bunch of hooligan upstarts Full of themselves, not smart enough to grapple with anything real That's when the Jaguar emblem crashed through the driver-side window And the driver of the Jaguar's head left his body still sitting in the rental The couple all bloody, tongues punctured by each others teeth, died and didn't let go The taximan's been bisected by the hood of a car he'd never buy, probably would never drive Randy was the first on the scene, seeing this, couldn't breathe for a hot sec Just transferred up from the desk, cause he thought he was ready, but he not yet Hashbrown and eggs on his shirt, and the pant leg, soon as he caught a whiff Hadn't thrown up more than once since he was a little kid and his brother made him drink a half bottle of Pine-Sol, spinal everywhere, he wrote the report as soon as he left the scene Mind all everywhere, he gotta get more booze soon or he gonna scream Time all funny when his stomach goes skydive, what year was it last? Hadn't had a drink in about five, but mama said every day was just made for sipping away, he may be slipping But hey, nobody said they was perfect Randy got somebody by the collar, pistol to the face Swore he just said something 'bout his mama, say it to my face Not so funny when I got a chopper all up in your mouth Where the fucking jokes? You a comedian, man, spit it out Spit it out Spit it out Why you ain't gon' spit it out? Break a couple teeth and give him something he can spit about Blood dripping all on his wrist, boy Randy got it cold, right That Police Academy shit, he don't run from no fights He don't run from nothin' Nothing left for discussin' Scumsuckers all over drinkin', smokin', yellin' and cussin' Last week got a call 'bout some drug dealer stabbing his cousin These cats is animals, they should be in a zoo or somethin' And he protect and serve These bitches got some nerve Trying not to serve him when he keep killers off of they curbs Killers off of they streets These killers off of they minds So they can go to sleep at night and think that everything's fine He had a glass of wine to calm him down, that was a'ight Was talking to this sexy girl, half black and half white He asked her what she wanted, ordered up another pint When they told him he was cut off and all Randy saw was lights And Randy starts to cry He can't figure out why He told his sister walk, unless she stop kissing that guy She said "You ain't my dad!" He said "Bitch, catch a cab." And that's the last discussion she and Randy ever had