He was the tough guy in my neighborhood Always looking for problems and he made it good Holding in fear all the main streets But everyone should pay for his deeds
Chorus: A bullet in his head a bullet in his head A bullet in his head a bullet in his head He never ran and now he is dead
Breaking the law that’s all he could make His fists were bleeding so as his blades But anti-heroes often fall down All the dictators lose their crowns
It happened one day when he went to his home Streets stood still, but he was not alone “I fucked up this word” was his last thought Silence was broken by a shot