Put your hands where I can see em
Put your hands above your head
Don't even blink or make a move
Do what I said
The ants go marching one by one hurrah
They can't see where they're marching in the dark
The ants go marching down into the hole
The last ant in lines packing heat he shot them all
In the backs: psychopath
Always told that he was small
Now he's a killer with blood on his hands
Smile wide like a river when he walk the land
Guilty as charged
Filthy at large
Can he be redeemed?
No he can't
Track was clean but this is what he said
Put your hands where I can see em
Put your hands up by your head
If you make a move baby
You gone learn the taste of lead
Oh woo oh
Oh woo oh
The littlest ant was walking in the line
But the littlest ant fell behind
And couldn't raise it's voice to be heard
All the other ants wouldn't listen
So the littlest ant hates the world
All the other ants just went about their business
The littlest ant needed help
And not all these thoughts and these wishes
All the other ants couldn't tell
Oh well
He knew one day he'd make the other ants in line feel his wrath
So he went and got a gun and shot the other ants in line in their backs