No guns, come alone
When you come, be on your own
Your son now calls my lap his throne
So no guns, babe, come alone
No guns, come alone
You want to see your son Jerome
We got him drugged, his mind's a cone
It's fair to say he's in the zone
No guns, come alone
You drop the cash then call this phone
You should be nude and layin' prone
You break these rules, I break your bone
No guns, come alone
I can be fair, professional
I see your wife, she's wonderful
You've seen how bad these things can go
No guns, come alone
Don't lose your cool, avoid main roads
Do not get smart, we have the codes
Do not make death your son's abode
No guns, come alone
I am not burdened by ???
I will escape, I have a boat
Make no attempt to cross the moat
No guns, come alone
You call the cops, it's over, bro
Now flash the lights, you'll hear a crow
You can not turn from which you know
No guns, come alone
You leave this now, your heart's a stone
A dirge, the only song that's known
So no guns, babe, come alone
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