In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
you're fuckin warned
dont ever go over my fuckin head again
you muthafucka you
late night bound i'm on a stang
Evil gon' catch a lemon lame
bustas are startin to pop and then
bustas be droppin when i bust that thang
cheefin high ya creepin low
up to the heaven where niggas go
got yo fuckin twenty two
but i pull out tha forty fo
rollin in the cherokee
punk ass boy can't hide from me
ridin thru ya neighborhood-
you better hope i do not see
cuz if i commence to find
hollowpoint jacket increasin yo kind
in that motha fuckin black box that is made of pine
grabbed a mask right off tha dash
mustard ass nigga be makin me blast
lookin for jockin n im comin right on the scene
to get rid of yo ass
dont give a fuck when im on tha blow
dont give a fuck when i shoot a ho
dont give a fuck about none of these hatin bustas
let them bitches know
Evil Pimp back and im all bout my mac
carry the nine when im ready to jack
jumpin my ass right up out of tha bushes
quickly give'em heart attacks
once again i tell ya bitch
the nine's to ya fuckin brain
dont make a fuckin sound
dont say a fuckin thang
Evil Pimp im clickin on these niggas and these bitches too
aint no needa be duckin cuz these bullets aint escapin you
call my nigga 901, tell that bitch protect yo son
aint no needa be mad about this shit just bring ya fuckin gun
fryin this nigga like bacon bitch
squeezin this trigger mang like its gon kill
bustin at bitches i never be showin remorse cuz i dont give a shit
buck buck buck i buck em down
buck buck buck i love da sound
when i be comin them niggas are runnin
cuz the Pimp dont fuck around
on the scene im comin clean so please dont make me kill ya ho
kick down ya door when i tell ya drop the nine to the fuckin floor
cross me out i'll kill ya boy
but these niggas think i wont
if i cannot get to you
then i'll have to kill ya folks
drop it off ya ass fool
dont make a stupid move
watermelon perpetratin busta bout to blow my cool
so i'll blow ya brains out
right before i ride off
leave ya brains mangled on the curb
and hit the hideout
as far back as i can remember i always wanted to be a gangster
dont ever go over my fuckin head again
you muthafucka you
late night bound i'm on a stang
Evil gon' catch a lemon lame
bustas are startin to pop and then
bustas be droppin when i bust that thang
cheefin high ya creepin low
up to the heaven where niggas go
got yo fuckin twenty two
but i pull out tha forty fo
rollin in the cherokee
punk ass boy can't hide from me
ridin thru ya neighborhood-
you better hope i do not see
cuz if i commence to find
hollowpoint jacket increasin yo kind
in that motha fuckin black box that is made of pine
grabbed a mask right off tha dash
mustard ass nigga be makin me blast
lookin for jockin n im comin right on the scene
to get rid of yo ass
dont give a fuck when im on tha blow
dont give a fuck when i shoot a ho
dont give a fuck about none of these hatin bustas
let them bitches know
Evil Pimp back and im all bout my mac
carry the nine when im ready to jack
jumpin my ass right up out of tha bushes
quickly give'em heart attacks
once again i tell ya bitch
the nine's to ya fuckin brain
dont make a fuckin sound
dont say a fuckin thang
Evil Pimp im clickin on these niggas and these bitches too
aint no needa be duckin cuz these bullets aint escapin you
call my nigga 901, tell that bitch protect yo son
aint no needa be mad about this shit just bring ya fuckin gun
fryin this nigga like bacon bitch
squeezin this trigger mang like its gon kill
bustin at bitches i never be showin remorse cuz i dont give a shit
buck buck buck i buck em down
buck buck buck i love da sound
when i be comin them niggas are runnin
cuz the Pimp dont fuck around
on the scene im comin clean so please dont make me kill ya ho
kick down ya door when i tell ya drop the nine to the fuckin floor
cross me out i'll kill ya boy
but these niggas think i wont
if i cannot get to you
then i'll have to kill ya folks
drop it off ya ass fool
dont make a stupid move
watermelon perpetratin busta bout to blow my cool
so i'll blow ya brains out
right before i ride off
leave ya brains mangled on the curb
and hit the hideout
as far back as i can remember i always wanted to be a gangster
Lyrics submitted by LloyedHome, edited by murdknife
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