"There’s a man who carries one
medal and cash in the bag
He is a lone drifter
not knowing of what’s coming
6 feet 5 that him yeah,
cold blue eyes and blond hair
That’s the look you wont forget
You better run if you see him again
You better run
If you tryna get on his nerves
mercy ain’t gon cut
Don’t cross his path, Keep your heads down
One wrong small move, you'll never make a sound
Don’t cross his path, Keep your heads down
He smells trouble so put eyes to the ground
Mama always used to say,
trouble always finds you, son
Guess I’m just magnet for
trouble in this god damn world
You better run
If you tryna get on his nerves
mercy aint gon cut
Dont cross his path, Keep your heads down
One wrong small move, you'll never make a sound
Dont cross his path, Keep your heads down
He smells trouble so put eyes to the ground"