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Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow Out on the streets your chances are zero Take a look around you (come on now) It ain't too complicated You're messin' with murder incorporated Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go Walkin down the streets, there's eyes in every shadow You better take a look around you (come on now) That equipment you got's so outdated You can't compete with murder incorporated Everywhere you look now there's murder incorporated So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer For dealing with the heat you're feelin' down on the killin' floor No matter where you step you feel you're never out of danger So the comfort that you keep's a gold-plated, snub-nosed .32 I hear that you, you got a job downtown, man, that leaves your head cold And everywhere you look life ain't got no soul That apartment you live in feels like it's just a place to hide When your walkin' down the street you won't meet no one eye to eye Now the cops reported you as just another homicide I could tell that you were just frustrated from livin' with murder incorporated Aus Songtexte Mania