Shoot!

"I'll kill every one of you motherf-"
 "I'm going to shoot you in the face, and I'll go to sleep tonight"
 Coming home
 Working late
 Driving tired
 Asked me where I was going then said I was lying
 What could I do?
 From the big bad boys in blue
 Pulled me real close and then told me
 Put your hands up
 High in the air
 Or we'll shoot
 You right in ya head
 Don't speak
 Not a sound
 You'll be dead
 Dead in the ground
 On the hood
 Face smashed up like a rat
 Called for backup, who knows when he'll attack
 One word, threw me right to the floor
 He said, "don't make me tell you again, boy"
 Don't make me tell you again
 Put your hands up
 High in the air
 Or we'll shoot
 You right in ya head
 Don't speak
 Not a sound
 You'll be dead
 Dead in the ground
 Dead in the ground!
 You're all a bunch of murderers!