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 
 [bad word] 
bullet in his head a bullet in his head
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 [bad word] up this word” was his last thought
Silence was broken by a shot