Red Line

I come from a long, long line of denim jean Cut beside all types of fiends I robbed the DEA and overdosed Spend the cash on guns and coke I am the warmonger, more crazy strong Droppin' drones inside Iran I'm the big, bad, super-charged sex machine All-american, extra lean If you lose your cool Baby, I'll lose mine You draw the red line I love crossing red lines Lose your cool Baby, I'll lose mine You draw the red line I'll see you on the other side I'll take the M15 and a pound of green I'm the triple-round king of ketamine I'm not fixin' me, I'm fixin' you You can take these pills, red, white, and blue They go down, down, down with a pack of beer Then your eyes go dark and you cannot hear I might tie you up, see what you got I got a feelin' that you're gonna get hot If you lose your cool Baby, I'll lose mine You draw the red line I love crossing red lines Full stop You talk that talk You walk that walk Who wears the red line? Maybe we can work it out Maybe we can work it out Oh, my friend You seem upset What's on your mind? Woah, you got somethin' you want to say? Well, look me in the eye Woah, if you lose your cool Maybe I'll lose mine You draw the red line I love crossing red lines