R.I.C.O.

[Verse 1: David Gunn]

Lock and load

Duck down

When you hear the sound of one hundred rounds tear

Your house to the ground

That's how they are getting down downtown

We're killing over color and were heaven sent and hell bound

Father wasn't around to beat me down

So I'm a conscious less psychopath on the streets of a ghost town

[Verse 2: David Gunn]

Bodies slumped on their steering wheels

Brains climbing from their mouths

Muscles protruding from their wounds

Like even they want out

Nobody gets out

Nobody ever makes it out

And before I drew my head from the cunts mouth

[Verse 3: David Gunn]

One foot was in the grave

They're dying so young where I come from

It's gun or be gunned

Run or be ran over

Man over man

Foolhardy as they come

As kids we skipped the fun

Fascinated with numbers, and ways we could make them run

Fascinated with numbers, and ways we could make them run

(All right, fuck it)

[Bridge: David Gunn]

Unaware we had just hung

The possibility of a kosher become

It's so damn dark out here

Hailstones blot out the sun

Bodies, buried atop one another

Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers

Bodies, buried atop one another

Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers

[Solo]

[Verse 4: David Gunn]

They're letting shots loose

From Sacramento to Syracuse

And I dreamt I put it all behind me

Then I awoke to...

Sounds of busting guns

Bullet holes in lungs

Taste your guts sliding

Off of your tongue

Tendons, bone fragments

Lodged in your gums

Mothers praying for the

Health of her son

Sickens me

What we've become

Sickens me

What we've become

[Outro: David Gunn]

Bodies, buried atop one another

Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers

Bodies, buried atop one another

Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers