Smokescreen

on the run like a bandit i’m on the loose
now you eat the dust and you taste the
puppy chow this ain’t no standstill hold
up captain crunch a desperado i take you
out to lunch i’ll gank your milk money
honey it’s a royal treatment no tracks out
back in the wet cement a broke tooth
and a phone booth and a change of clothes 'cause everyone knows i get
mean in the smoke screen half time going
on the crime scene operation down low
you call your hero but like sweetback i got no afro i’m coming dark creepin’in
your alley watch your eyes as i make a quick getaway gonna trap me slingshot
happy spider web window with a fatal
blow