I’m a vandal, a life most people can’t handle,

rollin down the streets watchin the for red n blue

lookin over my shoulder, just make sure im cool

i stuff two cans in my coat, warm gloves cause it’s cold

no matter the weather, i keep it together, cause with pigs

cruisin around town, you never know when you might

have to lie down

gettin muddy, start runnin, they saw you, oh buddy

we out of here, catch wreck, now my name out there

can’t give a fuck, cause the game aint fair

you paint it, they buff it, no face, just the mop runnin

like a cop comin, comin at ya, with the force of a flashlight

livin dangerous, they might just play with us, keep us under the brush

hiding in a bush, keep ya breath low, they hear you?

the holding cell you, you go

but i aint on that

that gettin caught crap

cause i run these streets, and streets love me b

i got my name on every single building you’ll see

im everywhere, but you dont me, see?

cause i’m vandalous, hap hazardous, haz mat statuses

im the only artist that matters, kickin rusto, krylon and silver paint splatters

so fuck it, bring the ruckus, bring the top gun kids, i school ya, rule ya

call you a toy and make a fool of ya

your crew is whack, noc is solid, thats a fact, we dont play no shit

we dont fuckin play with kids, we are the vandals, our whole life, a scandle

no one will ever know our faces, but in this game, shits about the name

and not the cop chases, we wear black laces and black shoes, to look

conspicuous and leave cops with no clue, to what we do, cause this is real shit

homie, ya want proof? look across the street, thats my name, so what you got to show me? where’s your fame homie?