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