Ran out of bullets and still had static, grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic. Pointed at her head and said the gun was full of lead, he told the cops, back off or honey here's dead.

I never really went to any concerts that I wasn't in.

Wassup dear? Sup babe? What street you by? On 5th Bout to hit the West Side High

We might be workers, but we are not happy go-lucky jungle bunnies.

That song is a story that shows how easily you could get slipped into being labeled as the bad guy, even though what you really trying to do is tell the bad guy to leave you alone.

She takes off your drawers and works you over, she calls you Twinkles and you call her Rover.

Take off your rubber and there's one more inside her, it's not yours, who can it be?