He rolled with a crossbow, runnin’ like OJ's Bronco (MP3, WAV, Video, Lyrics)

He rolled with a crossbow, runnin’ like OJ's Bronco,
Drinking and driving, red lights he’s sliding.
Brass knuckles, two swords, foot through the floor,
Packed to the brim like he’s ready for war.

Hazards blinkin’, ego in command,
But steel folds when things hit the fan.
Your world flips fast — not part of the plan,
Drinking deludes, think La La Land.

He rolled with a crossbow, runnin’ like OJ's Bronco,
Drinking and driving, red lights he’s sliding.
Brass knuckles, two swords, foot through the floor,
Packed to the brim like he’s ready for war.

Drinking and driving — it ends in disaster,
Should’ve slowed down, but pushed it faster.
Weapons and ammo, a felony stash,
Now Tek’s got the footage — time to rehash.

He rolled with a crossbow, runnin’ like OJ’s Bronco,
More heat in the ride than Donnie Brasco.
He ran, he crashed — a full-blown fiasco,
Judge read the charges — cooked like Tabasco.

Brake-checked FHP, thought he was slick,
But one wrong move and the vibe turned sick.
Six cars wrecked, one life on the line.
I pray to God they recover in time.