This is a song about "Nipper the bulldog"

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Down the street to the car,

Well, that's what you are

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

But you never come when you period is five days

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

As the tao converted the thief

We can make more, make babies

When i get my hands on nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Still the man with the pan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang