Blame Society

Take 'em out, bring 'em out Shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head) One gun, three gun You're mine, it's all about. Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead) Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head) One gun, two gun, three gun, four You're mine, it's all about crime Take 'em out, bring 'em out Shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head) One gun, two gun You're mine, it's all about crime Let me tell you who to blame Blame the boy lying at your feet His body oozing life through the hole in his stomach Where the bullet tore him apart Blame him for challenging you For not looking away and for not backing down When you pulled out the gun Blame your mother for bringing you into this world When she was but a kid herself And for dragging you up not bringing you up Blame society for not giving you hope Blame your father for not being there The man who looked after himself instead of looking after you Blame anyone but yourself For not being strong enough to put down the gun Take 'em out, take 'em out. dead Shine 'em up, shi-shi. head (head) One gu-gu-gun, one. gun You're. Take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead) Shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head) One gun, two gun You're mine, it's all about crime Blame anyone but yourself For not being strong enough to put down the gun Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead (dead) Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine the bald head (head) One gun, two gun, three gun, four You're mine, it's all about crime Take 'em out, take 'em out. dead Shine 'em up, shi-shi. head (head) One gu-gu-gun, one. gun You're-you're.