"St. Jimmy" Lyrics

St. Jimmys coming down across the alley up on the blvd. like a zip gun on parade, light of a silhouette
hes insubordinate coming at you at the count of 1,2,3,4! my name is jimmy and you betta not
wear it out, suicide commando that your momma talked about, king of the 40 theives and
here to represent the needle in the vein of the establishment, im a patron saint in denial with
an angel face and a taste for suicidal. ciggaretts and ramen a little bag of dope. i am
a son of a b***h and edgar allan poe. raised in the city and halo of lights. the product of war and fear
that weve been victemized . are you talking to me? my name is st. jimmy. im a son of a gun. im
the one thats from the way outside. a teenage assasin
executing some fun. and the cult to the life of crime. I really hate to say it but i told you so.so shut
your mouth before i shoot you down ol boy. welcome to the club and gimme some blood im the resident
leader of the lost and found. its comedy and tragedy. its st. jimmy and thats my name. and dont
wear it out.