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 St. Jimmy
 
 St. Jimmy's coming down across the 
  the blvd, like a zip gon on parade
 Light of a silhouette, he's 
 Coming at you  the count of 1, 2, 3, 4
 
 My name is Jimmy and you better not  it out
 Suicide commando  your momma talked about
 King of the 40  and I'm here to represent
 The needle in the  of the establishment.
 
 I'm the patron saint of the denial  an angel face
 And a taste for suicidal cigarettes and 
 And a little  of dope.
 
 I am the son of a bitch and Edgar  Poe.
 Raised in the  under a halo of lights.
 The product of war and fear that we've been 
 ARE  TALKING TO ME?
 
 My name is  Jimmy. I'm a son of a gun
 I'm the one that's from the  outside
 I'm a  assassin executing some fun
 In  cult of life of crime.
 I'd really hate to say it but,  told you so
 So shut  mouth before I shoot you down dl'boy
 
 Welcome to  club and give me some blood.
 I'm the resident leader of the  and found
 It's comedy  tragedy.
 It's St. Jimmy and that's my  don't wear it out.