STEVE WALKS WEARILY DOWN THE STREET
WITH HIS BRIM PULLED WAY DOWN LOW
AIN'T NO SOUND BUT THE SOUND OF HIS FEET
MACHINEGUNS READY TO GO
ARE YOU READY, HEY, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?
ARE YOU HANGING ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT?
OUTTA DOORWAY THE BULLETS RIP, TO THE SOUND OF THE BEAT