99 Year Blues

Well now give me my pistol man and three round balls 
I'm gonna shoot everybody that I don't like at all 
Like at all, Like at all 
Like at all, Like at all 

Gotta .38 special man and .45 frame 
You know the thing don't miss 'cause I got dead aim 
Got dead aim, got dead aim 
Got dead aim, got dead aim 

Well the world is a drag and my friends can't vote 
Gonna make me a connection and score some dope 
Go get high, go get high 
Go get high, go get high