PUBLIC ENEMY

(The Crimson Chin)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I don't give a fuck about what you're reckoning

.44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling

Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth

Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy

No, I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die

I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die

I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die

I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die

Can't get a motherfuckin' grip, I'm slipping

I do not wanna coexist, you pipsqueaks

I put your face into my fist, you best be

Heavy artillery equipped to test me

So many things I can't let go

Of what's been done to me, I can't let go

Of what's been done so

I let all this hate build up inside me

I don't give a fuck about what you're reckoning

.44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling

Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth

Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy

No, I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die

I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die

I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die

I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die

No, I don't think he want to die, die, die, die, die

No, I don't think he wanna die, no, I don't think he wanna die

I don't think he wanna die, the politician in a suit

I don't think he wanna die, the policeman that's why he shoot

In an alley getting high off something scheduled, one or two

I don't think you wanna die, so why are you saying that you do?

Legalized suicide, flip the script

And I'm surprised you're alive, the pictures kicking

It's fucked that you and I share oxygen

I will survive, the public is not my friend

Uh, you need a passport to leave the country

If I say too much, they will hunt me

Pop, pop, pop, goes the rifle

With Uncle Sam, do not trifle

With time has died the true rebel spirit

There is no one left

Only cowards, nope, no one left

We don't give a F

-Uck About what you're reckoning

.44 pistol whip his mouth, quit your meddling

Knock him out, leave him on the ground pickin' up his teeth

Sex, drugs, and violence what I'm 'bout, public enemy

No, I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die

I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die

I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die

I don't think he wanna, die, die, die, die

No, I don't think he wanna die, die, die, die, die

No, I don't think he wanna die, no, I don't think he wanna

Die

D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-Die

D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-, D-D-D-D-Die

Hey could you—, could you do me a favor and get your mouth off my di—