Verse 1: Danger, danger
has got me stepping like a Power Ranger
calling on the power of the One from the manger
in anger, but not in sin I begin
to make my way thru all of this mess Im in
Its hard to see so many born faster
got hate oozing outem like sulfuric acid
everyday a new thief todays, might want my teeth
to string them all together and makeem into a wreath
Brothers ill, and wont think twice to shake his boom pipe
even if I run the jewels, hell still want my life Puppys sick
gotta shoot the gospel quick and hope the truth will hit him
much harder than a mule kick
I let him know that if he lets the hollow points spray
Gods got a vengeance thatll make a flamb
But let me shut up before I provoke the
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