Red Line

I come from a long, long line of denim jean

Cut beside all types of fiends

I robbed the DEA and overdosed

Spend the cash on guns and coke

I am the warmonger, more crazy strong

Droppin' drones inside Iran

I'm the big, bad, supercharged sex machine

All American, extra lean

If you lose your cool, maybe I'll lose mine

You draw the red line

I love crossin' red lines

Lose your cool, maybe I'll lose mine

You draw the red line

I see you on the other side

I take the M-1-5 and the pound of green

I'm the triple crown king of the ketamine

I'm not fixin' me, I'm fixin' you

You can take these pills, red, white, and blue

They go down, down, down with a pack of beer

Then your eyes go dark, and you cannot hear

I might tie you up, see what you got

I got a feelin' that you're gonna get hot

If you lose your cool, maybe I'll lose mine

You draw the red line

I love crossin' red lines

All stop, you talk that talk

You walk that walk

Who wears the red line?

Maybe we can work it out

Maybe we can work it out

Oh, my friend, you seem upset

What's on your mind?

Whoa, you got somethin' you want to say?

Well, look me in the eye

Whoa, If you lose your cool, maybe I'll lose mine

You draw the red line

I love crossin' red lines