Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
They say never trust a man with two phones
F*ck that never trust a man who owns
A gun and a badge, handcuffs and bat
Will lock you up and take the drugs and cash
I got a plan to get rich, buy land and get pissed
Grow food, eat tofu, drive trucks f*cked up on morphine
Smoked weed, cook speed and shoot it
And last week they raided my house, but I don't give a f*ck the cops found out
Break my door at the break of dawn, with a search warrant, take me to court
F*ck you and f*ck the law, you stupid pigs you've started war
And I ain't gonna stop 'til I shot every cop
Piggies f*ck with me and the piggies get dropped
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house collects creeps, it's the place where these clowns meet
Everyday a new freak finds our house up on Brown street
And up at our door, tryin' to cop deals and score
At every hour of the morning, you just can't get around heat
These hills catch the draft that's a chilly wind blow
And the pigs they peep our shit through their tinted windows
Always waiting for appropriate situations, where they can bust in before we make any preparations
So it wasn't really shocking as the sun rose slow
I woke up to loud knocking and peeped out the window
I saw cop cars, stop fast, the forensics man, nine cops, two dogs and a battering ram
"We got a warrant you cunts better open fast" I jumped up and dacked grams in the crack of my ass
But before I could get pants on and make a quick dash
They busted through my door demanding that i give up the cash
And the drugs, one of them was wearing surgical gloves
I shivered. Praying for some kind of help from above
But god didn't respond, 'cos he really don't care
And Devil couldn't help me 'cos he was captive downstairs
So nowadays I work hard at a shit job, i'm struggling
I wish i could go back to just peddling drugs again
It's sobering to think that the walls are all closing in
But as far as I can tell my life still isn't over and
I'm still destroying haters saying folk punk is over
This the dopest shit since Johnny Hobo went sober
Don't be fooled, 'cos even if I look like a slob
I'll still kill any f*cking cop just for doing his job
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Nowadays everything's illegal
From dating school girls to killing people
From taking mushrooms to shooting needles
So I'll decide what's good or evil
Right or wrong, when I do it or not
It's up to me when I f*ck you up
Sneak up at night in the parking lot
Grab your throat from behind till the breathing stops
I love animals so I don't eat meat
But my dog sure does and he's got sharp teeth
He's as big as a house, eats little boy scouts
He can sit, shake, bow, and gouge your eyes out
Listen pigs you want to f*ck with me
I'll knock you one by one for the world to see
With the guns I bought from the drugs I peddle
'Cos that's what happens when you dance with Devil
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
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Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
They say never trust a man with two phones
F*ck that never trust a man who owns
A gun and a badge, handcuffs and bat
Will lock you up and take the drugs and cash
I got a plan to get rich, buy land and get pissed
Grow food, eat tofu, drive trucks f*cked up on morphine
Smoked weed, cook speed and shoot it
And last week they raided my house, but I don't give a f*ck the cops found out
Break my door at the break of dawn, with a search warrant, take me to court
F*ck you and f*ck the law, you stupid pigs you've started war
And I ain't gonna stop 'til I shot every cop
Piggies f*ck with me and the piggies get dropped
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house collects creeps, it's the place where these clowns meet
Everyday a new freak finds our house up on Brown street
And up at our door, tryin' to cop deals and score
At every hour of the morning, you just can't get around heat
These hills catch the draft that's a chilly wind blow
And the pigs they peep our shit through their tinted windows
Always waiting for appropriate situations, where they can bust in before we make any preparations
So it wasn't really shocking as the sun rose slow
I woke up to loud knocking and peeped out the window
I saw cop cars, stop fast, the forensics man, nine cops, two dogs and a battering ram
"We got a warrant you cunts better open fast" I jumped up and dacked grams in the crack of my ass
But before I could get pants on and make a quick dash
They busted through my door demanding that i give up the cash
And the drugs, one of them was wearing surgical gloves
I shivered. Praying for some kind of help from above
But god didn't respond, 'cos he really don't care
And Devil couldn't help me 'cos he was captive downstairs
So nowadays I work hard at a shit job, i'm struggling
I wish i could go back to just peddling drugs again
It's sobering to think that the walls are all closing in
But as far as I can tell my life still isn't over and
I'm still destroying haters saying folk punk is over
This the dopest shit since Johnny Hobo went sober
Don't be fooled, 'cos even if I look like a slob
I'll still kill any f*cking cop just for doing his job
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Nowadays everything's illegal
From dating school girls to killing people
From taking mushrooms to shooting needles
So I'll decide what's good or evil
Right or wrong, when I do it or not
It's up to me when I f*ck you up
Sneak up at night in the parking lot
Grab your throat from behind till the breathing stops
I love animals so I don't eat meat
But my dog sure does and he's got sharp teeth
He's as big as a house, eats little boy scouts
He can sit, shake, bow, and gouge your eyes out
Listen pigs you want to f*ck with me
I'll knock you one by one for the world to see
With the guns I bought from the drugs I peddle
'Cos that's what happens when you dance with Devil
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
They say never trust a man with two phones
F*ck that never trust a man who owns
A gun and a badge, handcuffs and bat
Will lock you up and take the drugs and cash
I got a plan to get rich, buy land and get pissed
Grow food, eat tofu, drive trucks f*cked up on morphine
Smoked weed, cook speed and shoot it
And last week they raided my house, but I don't give a f*ck the cops found out
Break my door at the break of dawn, with a search warrant, take me to court
F*ck you and f*ck the law, you stupid pigs you've started war
And I ain't gonna stop 'til I shot every cop
Piggies f*ck with me and the piggies get dropped
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house collects creeps, it's the place where these clowns meet
Everyday a new freak finds our house up on Brown street
And up at our door, tryin' to cop deals and score
At every hour of the morning, you just can't get around heat
These hills catch the draft that's a chilly wind blow
And the pigs they peep our shit through their tinted windows
Always waiting for appropriate situations, where they can bust in before we make any preparations
So it wasn't really shocking as the sun rose slow
I woke up to loud knocking and peeped out the window
I saw cop cars, stop fast, the forensics man, nine cops, two dogs and a battering ram
"We got a warrant you cunts better open fast" I jumped up and dacked grams in the crack of my ass
But before I could get pants on and make a quick dash
They busted through my door demanding that i give up the cash
And the drugs, one of them was wearing surgical gloves
I shivered. Praying for some kind of help from above
But god didn't respond, 'cos he really don't care
And Devil couldn't help me 'cos he was captive downstairs
So nowadays I work hard at a shit job, i'm struggling
I wish i could go back to just peddling drugs again
It's sobering to think that the walls are all closing in
But as far as I can tell my life still isn't over and
I'm still destroying haters saying folk punk is over
This the dopest shit since Johnny Hobo went sober
Don't be fooled, 'cos even if I look like a slob
I'll still kill any f*cking cop just for doing his job
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Nowadays everything's illegal
From dating school girls to killing people
From taking mushrooms to shooting needles
So I'll decide what's good or evil
Right or wrong, when I do it or not
It's up to me when I f*ck you up
Sneak up at night in the parking lot
Grab your throat from behind till the breathing stops
I love animals so I don't eat meat
But my dog sure does and he's got sharp teeth
He's as big as a house, eats little boy scouts
He can sit, shake, bow, and gouge your eyes out
Listen pigs you want to f*ck with me
I'll knock you one by one for the world to see
With the guns I bought from the drugs I peddle
'Cos that's what happens when you dance with Devil
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Writer: Chris Burrows, Ethan Carmen
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid