Dope Fiend Massacre

Lyrics

I know that Mr. Brown gotta a lot of what it takes I got a big brown bag full of cocaine And I cannot be friends with mr. Brown I'd like to put that fucker underground Down, where he can't systematically destroy any chance of a hope for A better future for me and our kind, yeah The ugly little caesar gets his knife I'm a dog at a pound Whose heart ain't coping At the speed of sound Decay is closing all around I would run Twist that lock open The trouble is I got no opposable thumbs I had a vision I saw Mr. Brown on the television He was talking crap as he always does I had to reign him in, why? Because I don't like who he is And I don't like who I am I don't like what he does And he makes me a man On the verge of his mind A spectacular view Mr. Brown, I've got an issue and it's got to do with you I'm a dog at a pound Whose heart ain't coping At the speed of sound Decay is closing all around I would run Twist that lock open The trouble is I got no opposable thumbs I think I ought to Watch my back mack I just might be a rat And if I go I'm gonna have to Go along with me Take on the truth There is no quiet reason for what I'm gonna do You're getting colder in a house full of clues