Great White - The Insanity: Part one lyrics
[Great White - The Insanity: Part one lyrics]
He walked into a convenience store
With the guns drawn and shot up the place
With the gat that was on his waist
And in such a case, he had a body bag
Dedicated to the fags
Whom he would discriminate
Now whats so convenient about that?
Two fat bags, filled with racks upon racks
And when he got back to HQ
He counted the stacks
And shipped them off to the boss
Who was running his own course
And shipments around the vicinity
From city, to city, to sea to shining sea
He was the source
Of all the commotion and chaos
And when he opened up the box
He then got what he wanted, the dough
So he sent back the blow
Which was to be intercepted by police
So it was a no go mission was aborted
While one of the OG's was conforming
They broke into his house that night
Slit his throat and
Left a lovely little letter, that
Said "you could do better, "
For the authorities to find
And they were running out of time
So which clue was the truth?
And which one left them blind?
But, you see, the boss, he wasn't so kind
So he gathered a group
Armed them with "choppers" and knives
So they could take the lives
Of those whom they saw speak blasphemy
Against the great white
So they proceeded to shoot
Down neighborhoods that night
Sparing no one, no husband, no children
Nor wife was left without the pain
Of a bullet to the brain
But the lowly little rookie
Began to grow insane
And when the boss died, guess who took over?
That lowly little rookie
Whom had a new comb over because the GWE
Great white enterprises went global
So he did what he thought best
And looked presentable
But those who went against him
Found it regrettable
To find the body of their
Pet, their crying child, under the table
Traumatized from what they saw
Because the rookie had a plan
If you don't take away the man
You can always take away from the man
And when you scar the man emotionally
You take advantage when you can
So he threw a few sorries
And a "look I understand
" but while he was busy sniffling
He pulled up his tucked in
Shirt, and a mac ten
And popped him in the head
Until his skin was but pure red
And he shot up the rest
Until everyone was dead
Except his associates who were to keep watch
Of the skies from the roof
And from the windows, they
Looked for the cops
But a helicopter swooped in
Dropping off swat unit's like
Kids throw rocks
In such abundance, how could they be stopped?
But he sat down in the head chair
And just let it rock
But before he was destined to rot
He came up with this plot
Dropped to the ground, took the gun
Then he shot himself in the knee
Then he began to beg and plead
As the police stormed in
To attend to his needs
As he had seen coming
They believed he was in peril
So they arrested the others
He betrayed them all, he was a devil
With the guns drawn and shot up the place
With the gat that was on his waist
And in such a case, he had a body bag
Dedicated to the fags
Whom he would discriminate
Now whats so convenient about that?
Two fat bags, filled with racks upon racks
And when he got back to HQ
He counted the stacks
And shipped them off to the boss
Who was running his own course
And shipments around the vicinity
From city, to city, to sea to shining sea
He was the source
Of all the commotion and chaos
And when he opened up the box
He then got what he wanted, the dough
So he sent back the blow
Which was to be intercepted by police
So it was a no go mission was aborted
While one of the OG's was conforming
They broke into his house that night
Slit his throat and
Left a lovely little letter, that
Said "you could do better, "
For the authorities to find
And they were running out of time
So which clue was the truth?
And which one left them blind?
But, you see, the boss, he wasn't so kind
So he gathered a group
Armed them with "choppers" and knives
So they could take the lives
Of those whom they saw speak blasphemy
Against the great white
So they proceeded to shoot
Down neighborhoods that night
Sparing no one, no husband, no children
Nor wife was left without the pain
Of a bullet to the brain
But the lowly little rookie
Began to grow insane
And when the boss died, guess who took over?
That lowly little rookie
Whom had a new comb over because the GWE
Great white enterprises went global
So he did what he thought best
And looked presentable
But those who went against him
Found it regrettable
To find the body of their
Pet, their crying child, under the table
Traumatized from what they saw
Because the rookie had a plan
If you don't take away the man
You can always take away from the man
And when you scar the man emotionally
You take advantage when you can
So he threw a few sorries
And a "look I understand
" but while he was busy sniffling
He pulled up his tucked in
Shirt, and a mac ten
And popped him in the head
Until his skin was but pure red
And he shot up the rest
Until everyone was dead
Except his associates who were to keep watch
Of the skies from the roof
And from the windows, they
Looked for the cops
But a helicopter swooped in
Dropping off swat unit's like
Kids throw rocks
In such abundance, how could they be stopped?
But he sat down in the head chair
And just let it rock
But before he was destined to rot
He came up with this plot
Dropped to the ground, took the gun
Then he shot himself in the knee
Then he began to beg and plead
As the police stormed in
To attend to his needs
As he had seen coming
They believed he was in peril
So they arrested the others
He betrayed them all, he was a devil