On the cusp of an explosion I answer with evil That's the way that I play it Street Turks, multiple contusions I gnash, spit, I grind my teeth Got a gun and a knife Staring back at you No security force or vigilante's overwrought ego can dethrone me Ostracized if not otherwise Left to my own device you'll surely see Got a gun and a knife Staring back at you Got a gun and a knife Staring back at you