"Child Vigilante" as written by Lawrence Smith, Reginald Arvizu, Jalil Hutchins and Bjorn Bertil Soderberg....
When the sun goes down, out come the freaks,
Destructive little punk, breaking everything I see,
Creep in your house, and I'll piss on your couch,
Tag all your walls, tear the heads of your daughter's dolls,

Shave your cat's back is a must,
Then I'll wipe my ass with your favorite tooth brush,
Erase all the numbers on your cellie phone,
On my way out, toilet paper your home,

Shit in a bag, light it on fire,
You open the door there's a bad on fire,
Stomp out the flames, dookie on your feet,
It's all fun and games.

Don't scruba dub dub,'cause a I shit in your tub
I'm not a thief or a thug, I'll take a giggle and I laugh,
Leave your house trashed, Fieldog is the one who gets the last laugh

The freaks come out at night,
We ain't out to kill, we don't want to fight,
The freaks come out at night,
Right from wrong, wrong from right,
The freaks come out at night,
Breaking all the rules, this probably why were not right,
The freaks come out at night,
We do it for the thrill, to excite up our life

Trash can full of piss, leaned against your door,
Ding dong bitch, ain't that a bitch,
You got piss on your floor, haha,
We like to take from the rich, and give to the poor,

Throw your cat in the pool, put your dog in a tree,
Acting a fool, stupid as can be,
Breaking all the rules, child vigilante,
Meet me after school, but keep it low key,

Gotta play cool, got a fat sack of weed,
Lets get high so we can act dumb,
Got a brand new baby gun, I'm a go hide,
When someone walks by, shoot em in the bum,

Dumb as can be, always on the run,
Trying to have fun, child vigilante,
There goes the neighborhood, all because of me,
Don't know what to say, but fun is for me

The freaks come out at night,
We ain't out to kill, we don't want to fight,
The freaks come out at night,
Right from wrong, wrong from right,
The freaks come out at night,
Breaking all the rules, this probably why were not right,
The freaks come out at night,
We do it for the thrill, to excite up our life

My mom and dads gone, pull out the bong,
Turn that shit up, Fieldy's dreams,
That shit is the bomb, I'm gonna get high,
But my mom thinks it's wrong,
But my mom is gone, and my dad's at work,

So I'm out for the night, being a neighborhood jerk,
Back out on the street, backpack full of treats,
Someone's gonna get burnt , stuff a frog full of fire crackers,
Put em on your door step,

You open the door it smells like chicken breast,
Drive by shooting, that's not for me,
But I'll drive by, and egg your car,
Now that's just funny, haha,

If I get caught, I'll say it wasn't me,
Pouring salt on snails, shooting birds out of trees,
This ain't no fairy tale, this is just me,
The shit that I did, child vigilante

The freaks come out at night,
We ain't out to kill, we don't want to fight,
The freaks come out at night,
Right from wrong, wrong from right,
The freaks come out at night,
Breaking all the rules, this probably why were not right,
The freaks come out at night,
We do it for the thrill, to excite up our life

The freaks come out at night,
(the freaks, the freaks, the freaks, the freaks, the freaks, the freaks),
We ain't out to kill, we don't want to fight,
The freaks come out at night,
Right from wrong, wrong from right,
The freaks come out at night,
(the freaks, the freaks, the freaks, the freaks, the freaks, the freaks),
Breaking all the rules, this probably why were not right,
The freaks come out at night,
We do it for the thrill, to excite up our life
Oo-wat-ah-a


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"Child Vigilante" as written by Jalil Hutchins Bjorn Bertil Soderberg

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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