I know that Mr. Brown has got a lot of what it takes I've got a big brown bag full of cocaine
And I cannot be friends with Mr. Brown I'd like to put that fucker underground Down, where he can't systematically destroy Any chance of a hope for A better future for me and my kind yeah The ugly little Caesar gets his knife
I'm a dog at a pound Whose heart ain't coping At the speed of sound Decay is closing all around I would run, twist that lock open The trouble is, I've got no Opposable thumbs
I had a vision I saw Mr. Brown on the television He was talking crap as he always does I had to reign him in Why? Because... I don't like who is and I don't like what I am I don't like what he does And he makes me a man On the verge of his mind a spectacular view Mr. Brown, I've got an issue and it's got to do with you.
I'm a dog at a pound Whose heart ain't coping At the speed of sound Decay is closing all around I would run, twist that lock open The trouble is, I've got no Opposable thumbs
I think I ought to Watch my back mack I just might be a rat And if I go, I'm gonna have to Go along with me
Take on the truth There is no quiet reason for what I'm gonna do You're getting colder