Some say it's blood, some say it's a bond
Some say it's a bond made with blood
Well, this is the story of Cousin Randy
Cousin Randy, six-foot-seven cyco muthafucka
Locked down half his life
He's my family, family by blood
And if you see him, don't look at him long
'Cause he'll kill ya, in a second, and it wouldn't be the first time
Dad would buy him shoes, give him $50 and he'd go
He talked about the good days of war in Vietnam
Did two tours of duty with his new love heroin
Did his time in Chino, then Folsom and Wayside
But every day was prison, molested as a kid
Abused by his stepfather, hard to believe the things he did
Swore the room was full of Demons, but nothin' was in our sight
No one was safe when Randy came out to play
He would leave you for dead and then just walk away
Randy stayed outside 'cause his odor was so great
He walked out of the door and I told him "good night"
He charged me, grabbed my neck and he started squeezing tight
Dad and Jim and Grandpa jumped on to his back
He screamed "What's so good about it" before he let up his attack
The next day, while we were swimming, he tried to drown my sister
Laughing as she struggled, then he pulled her up and kissed her
To us, he's just Cousin Randy.
Sometimes showin' up at the relatives house, hangin' for a while then leavin'
You know, everybody feelin' sorry for him and shit, 'cause, you know
His mom died when he was so young of leukemia.
Well one time while he was staying at my grandfather's house, you know
They were trying to help him out, gettin' him jobs, but you know
Randy wasn't too much on workin'
He had a one job he did longer than ever
He never worked more than two days, but this job he lasted a week
Yeah, it was taking the heads off o'chickens
So one day my grandfather had to ask him, seein' how Randy would get up early in the morning
Make his lunch and he'd even go to work early, he was like 'Randy, what's so great about this job?'
He says 'It makes ya think, it makes ya wonder, i's just so expanding of the mind
Ya see, there I am, I rip the head off the chicken, and then the chicken starts flyin' all over
Then he comes back at me, and I wonder is he flyin' back at me 'cause he's mad 'cause I ripped his head off
Or is he flyin' at me 'cause I'm holdin' his head in my hand
Or is he flyin' at me 'cause he can't see where he's goin'?"
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- Boom Boom Boom
- Frustrated Again
- Rules Go Out the Window
- Groove Family Cyco
- Die Lika Pig
- Do What I Tell Ya!
- Cousin Randy
- Made It