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don't need no master, flasher
Test a prankster gangster like a gatt much faster
Get the band aid, the kid front hard knock
I sport more techniques
straight from start.
A young black kid destined for success, no old gold, no cocaine, or Buddha sess.
Straight up hard work. no sleep and no shorts.
the heart. 
When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start. 
A young black kid destined for success, no Old Gold, no cocaine, or Buddha cess.
And you know Clint Black is where it's at
When he's singing those songs from under his hat
Ain't nothin' wrong with Aaron Tippin
Young Dwight Yoakom
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
kids, sixteen
With M-16's and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?
swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew
Tear gas gun fire fire arm fire ball
Pipe bomb hair trigger drive by elephant gun
Night stick body bag loan shark bone yard
Man hunt hit man kid nap
to red
To black to white to red to white and back to red

Bittersweet is better than sweet
Hopeless kids are running crazy
Setting fires to buildings
Oh I was moved by your screen dream
Celluloid pictures of living
Your death could not kill our love for you
Take two people, romantic
Smoky
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
Oh I was moved by your screen dream
Celluloid pictures of living
Your death could not kill our love for you
Take two people, romantic
Smoky
bitch came up in a tight ass jag
She pulled right in the driveway bumpin' Clint Black
We she stepped to the ride I had to take a step back
She had long
Oh I was moved by your screen dream
Celluloid pictures of living
Your death could not kill our love for you
Take two people, romantic
Smoky
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)

(*chanting*)

[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
through
 
GO!
Kids in a fast lane living for today
No rules to abide by and no one to obey
Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought and care
Another
Pay attention everything I mentions is a ??
Like how to do with a move
Because the two sit I go by cash rules
Everything around me do movement
Oh I was moved by your screen dream
Celluloid pictures of living
Your death could not kill our love for you
Take two people, romantic
Smoky
swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew
Oh I was moved by your screen dream
Celluloid pictures of living
Your death could not kill our love for you
Take two people, romantic
Smoky
black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Black tar, tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats

The mustang kids
I found a black beret on the street today
It was lying in the gutter all torn
There's a white flag flying on a tall building
But the kids just
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that