People shoutin' n*gga
Well it's time to draw a truce
Exxon's dumpin' oil
Probably goin' for that deuce
A baby boy of eighteen
Gets his license to kill
Mother in the ghetto
Sells pills to pay her bills
Here comes the punchline
It's a killin' joke
Welcome to you future
I leave you with no hope
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
It's a killin' joke
bast*rds bent on genocide
Well happy happy day
Kids killin' cops make
The weak begin to prey
Demon voice of evil
In the church and here to stay
And God
I really have no faith
(Chorus)