S.L.O.B.

A fight, an act of aggression a release of anger.
An elevated level of testosterone made me lose my temper.
Something strange – a change, a chemical reaction begins to occur.
Trying my best to keep the birds in the nest and suppress this powerful urge.

Yo – I can't believe I'm in a fight.
I don't know what's come over me – not to be trusted after tonight.

It has to be impossible to reason with Crystal Meth.
A fucked up attitude and no apparent fear of death.
But of course it's a no win situation – they took me to jail.
Sorry I can't hang around – cause the boys come and spring me out on bail.

Yo – I can't believe I'm in a fight.
I don't know what's come over me – not to be trusted after tonight.

But of course it's a no win situation – they took em to jail.
Sorry I can't hang around cause the boys come and spring me out on bail.

Police steady askin' – Who did the bustin'?  Police steady askin' – Who did the bustin'?  Police steady askin' – Who did the fucking bustin'?

Sorry, y'all cause we didn't even get to play in the show.
The entertainment was out on the pavement – Do-si-Do!
Farewell San Luis, maybe we'll see you next time.
We'll get to hang with you, the beloved Blue and the crystal Meth head swine.

Yo – I can't believe I'm in a fight.
I don't know what's come over me – not to be trusted after tonight.