It’s me It’s me It’s me It’s me It’s me It’s me… It’s late at night I had a fight Staying away from the light I play by the rules I don’t bite Got away with a shank Got a grand in the bank The whole area stank On the floor there was jank His body lay His face had turned gray I ran way I ran away I ran away Ching man down Left him on the ground The shanking went sound Nod I’m heading south bound Before the criminals are found I sit on the sofa and think about life Is this what I should be doing instead of getting a wife The answer is no but if you tell me not do it then my 15 inch shank might go right through it I’m a criminal Going through the town with a shank in my gown Making sure it’s undiscoverqble Not findable Mans running away from the ops They recognise me from the bus stop They knew it was me So I had to flee They stunned me down I lashed at their throat They screamed like a goat I don’t mean to boast But it was a clean kill To them it felt like a rather large bill and it was the end of their life…