Blowin’ down the highway
In venture and thrill
The rush in his veins
Is the alcohol and pills
Carry on, your ill-fated ride
Hit and run homicide
Do you feel contrition
Or anger and denial
Are ya thinkin’ of yourself
Or the child, ah yea
Murder, murder

Southeast in O.C.
Lopers cruise the streets
With tattoos of allegiance
Guns and rosaries
Carry on, vato chingon
Your time’s gonna come
In your random violence
Do you feel regret
Is nothing sacred
Or innocent, ah yea
Murder, murder…

Rage against the system
Of loop holes and leaks
Freedom is a privilege
Of power and celebrity
Carry on, counselor with your spin
Blow your idiot wind
Justice for everyone
Is a fallacy, a joke
Money acquits and the poor
Get the rope, ah yea
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, ah yea
Murder, murder