I have a cap coat, It is black, In it, I fear not. And never run back. It has two pockets, And what do you think I put in them? Knuckles,cash, old dockets, Some salt and chem. I put up the cap, And walk like a shadow, Waiting for some idiot's tap, Ready to unload, you know. My jaw hurts but I keep chewing gum, My bruises pain too, Walk in search of a fucker, Whose bones I can break a few.