Capital Offender Songtext / Lyric

I may not exist on your gold card list

But my dues are paid in full

For a couple of grand, you want to shake my hand

Tell me what are you trying to pull

You got cash, you got flash

But you ain't got the heart to bleed

You strong arm, you got charm

But who's got the blood you need?

(Just a) capital offender

I want to place in the sun

Before I'm twenty one

Maybe high in the Hollywood Hills

You want exclusive rights, to sell away my life

For a measly stack of bills

I want cash, I want flash

I want a car and a gal to match

Buy high, sell low

I might as well sell my ass

(And be the) capital offender(2x)

You're hashing out deals

On expense account meals

Trying to get me cheap

My pockets are empty you're six feet deep

Ten or four, at the liquor store

It all fell right into place

For a couple of grand

I said raise your hand

And emptied two rounds into his face

Twenty five to life

Maximum security

A poor fool, like me

I never had any future you see

(Just a) capital offender (4x)