Renegade conquer the estate
His daddy's down dealing
Creation heaving
His mom is on it
Then off it
Then on it again
There's a mad dog inside his guts
Got a mad dog inside his guts
There's a mad dog inside his guts
Got a mad dog inside his guts
Walled hate
Spiked
Psyched up for a riot
Come the revolution that we rave
Wheeler-dealer of hashish and tequila
A sure-fire healer
Hashish and tequila
Got reservoir dogs on pirate tape
They've lost their and they've lost their shape
Got two lungs that've both gone black
Got two lungs that've both gone black
Got two lungs that've both gone black
But they still get smashed on dope and crack
Spiked
Psyched up for a riot
Come the revolution that we rave
Leave it to the dogs
(Spiked is sketchy at best.
These are the most complete lyrics
I've found, and I'm not very good at
deciphering myself)
