clipping. - story Lyrics
Godsmack in a straight-jacketA mac and a knifeBroad's back and it's broad back at the taxi a [?]Mother*****er the lights lights mother*****er the lights***** it, it's bright as a mother*****erHe right as a mother*****erThe rain can't stay in those plastic canistersAnd the brain pan is panderingDang, man, he keeping it tucked (what?)The nine in the space between his spine and the beltBuckle, the safety is on, fine, his rocker is offlineHe rocking that cap fitted, she sit in his lap kissin'The driver, he laughs, nobody see him, he gas dippin'The road slick, ass slippin' and thenHe hope they're paying in cashSick of these hipster-ass kissers kissing everyone's ass but hisHistory major, ain't doing shit with it, but what would he doTeach at the *****ing school of the arts?For a bunch of hooligan upstartsFull of themselves, not smart enough to grapple with anything realThat's when the Jaguar emblem crashed through the driver-side windowAnd the driver of the Jaguar's head left his body still sitting in the rentalThe couple all bloody, tongues punctured by each others teeth, died and didn't let goThe taximan's been bisected by the hood of a car he'd never buy, probably would never driveRandy was the first on the scene, seeing this, couldn't breath for a hot secJust transferred up from the desk, cause he though he was ready, but he not yetHashbrowns and eggs on his shirt, and the pant leg, soon as he caught a whiffHadn't thrown up more than once since he was a little kid and his brother made him drink a half bottle ofPine-Sol, spinol everywhere, he wrote the report as soon as he left the sceneMind all everywhere, gotta get more booze soon or he gonna screamTime all funny when his stomach goes skydive, what year was it last?Hadn't had a drink in about five, but mama said every day was just made for sipping away, he may be slippingBut hey, nobody said that they was perfectRandy got somebody by the collar, pistol to the faceSwore he just said something 'bout his mama, say it to my faceNot so funny when I got a chopper all up in your mouthWhere the *****ing jokes at? You a comedian, man, spit it outSpit it outSpit it outWhy you ain't gonna spit it out?Break a couple teeth and give something he can spit aboutBlood dripping all on his wrist, boy Randy got it cold, rightThat Police Academy shit, he don't run from no fightsHe don't run from nothin'Nothing left for discussin'Scumsuckers all over drinkin', smokin', yellin' and cussin'Last week got a call 'bout some drug dealer stabbing his cousinThese cats is animals, they should be in a zoo or somethin'And he protect and serveThese *****es got some nerveTrying not to serve him when he keep killers off of they curbsKillers off of they streetsThese killers off of they mindsSo they can go to sleep at night and think that everything's fineHe had a glass of wine to calm him down, it was alrightWas talking to this sexy girl, half black and half whiteHe asked her what she wanted, ordered up another pintWhen they told him he was cut off and, aw, Randy saw his lightsAnd Randy starts to cryHe can't figure out whyHe told his sister walking that she stop kissing that guyShe said "You ain't my dad!"He said "*****, catch a cab."And that's the last discussion she and Randy ever had
