[Verse 1]
What ever happened to the young, young lovers
One got shot and the other got lost in drugs and thugs
And blood on the street
Bla-blood on her knees
Bloody history

[Verse 2]
Whatever happened to the hayloft
Burnt to the ground and what about Pop?
He took his ass back to the crack shack
With his long johns on
Singing a sad song

[Chorus]
My baby’s got a gun
My baby’s got a gun
My baby’s got a gun
I better run
My baby’s got a gun
It goes boom boom crack
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga
Boom boom

[Verse 3]
*Scatting*
[Interlude]
Hay, hay, hayloft
Hay, hay, hayloft
*Scatting*
He testify, you testify
You lie, you lie
Hey pop, you die
You fuckin' die
You fuckin' die
You testify
You testi-
Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga

(Aaah)
(Aaah)
(Aaah)
(Aaah)
(Aaah)
*Scatting* (Aaah)
(Aaah)

[Outro]
Not a bad kid, not a bad kid
She had to do it, she had to kill him
She's not a bad kid, she had to do it
She had to do it (She couldn't not), she had to kill him
She's not a bad kid, but she didn't want to (But she had to do it)
She had to do it (She had to do), she had to do it
She's not a bad kid, but she had to do it
She had to crack, she had to kill him
(Aah)
Aaah-aaah-aaah
Aaah-aaah-aaah
Die