[Verse 1]
I went to a party the other night
Standing around my brothers in a fight
Black cars and red lights
The coppers don't seem to be right
[Chorus]
I don't know what to say
You better get away
Well, it's no joke
I'm gonna slit your throat
[Verse 2]
Four-hundred people standing around
Blood on his hands, blood on the ground
The cops are screaming "paranoid flame"
They wanted more of my brothers blood
[Chorus]
I don't know what to say
You better get away
Well, it's no joke
I'm gonna slit your throat
[Verse 3]
And then he swung to the right
And then he swung to the left
He kicked him in the face
Oh, what a disgrace
Disgrace, disgrace, disgrace