Another One Bites The Mmm...

Steve walks warily down the street,
with the brim pulled way down low;
ain't no sound but the sound of his feet,
machine gun's ready to go.

Are you ready? Hey; are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip,
to the sound of the beat:

"I... I Wanna Mmm... Mmm... I..."