In a pack of killers and falling pillars I found a culture ruled by gangs With half-assed brains, it's a mystery thriller When they watch the football game
They're so moronic, it couldn't be ironic Despite their dopey looks Chronic alcoholics, they went beyond platonic Now we're overrun with crooks
How did I get caught defending home and pride As these dimwits shake their fists Should I slink and hide like a frightened bride Or is that just too obvious
An infernal caste with a fiendish past Running wild in the hood They breed so fast, they're bound to last It won't do me any good
