text: Bobbys got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow
  Out on the street, your chances are zero
  Take a look around you 
  It aint too complicated
  Youre messing with murder incorporated
  Now you check over your shoulder everywhere that you go
  Walking down the street, theres eyes in every shadow
  You better take a look around you 
  That equipment you got is so outdated
  You cant compete with murder incorporated
  Everywhere you look now, murder incorporated
  So you keep a little secret down deep inside your dresser drawer
  For dealing with the heat youre feeling out on the killing floor
  No matter where you step you feel youre never out of danger
  So the comfort that you keeps a gold-plated-snub-nose-thirty-two
  I heard that you
  You got a job downtown, man that leaves your head cold
  Everywhere you look life aint got no soul
  That apartment you live in feels like its just a place to hide
  When youre walking down the street, you wont meet no-one eye to eye
  The cops reported you as just another homicide
  But I can tell that you were just frustrated
  From living with murder incorporated
  Everywhere you look now, murder incorporated
  Murder incorporated
  Murder incorporated
  Everywhere you look now, murder incorporated
  Murder incorporated
  Murder incorporated
  Murder incorporated