Third day of October in 1995,
A judgment did they bring to let him go.
So badly went that trial; glove don't fit the hand,
Sayin' no way he'll take the stand.

Now a hearings 'bout to tell how he robbed them with a gun,
I hope they burn his ass, and no lawyer get him sprung,
'Cause OJ-ay-ay's such a bum.

Do time for years this guy, house of correction bust,
For stealing many things he now must go.
Be glad he goes away; make this guy into wo-man,
Then OJ, you'll understand.

Well, you'll hear your cell door pow, beat you sorely until numb,
They'll fetter down your ass, you better watch your tongue.
'Cause OJ-ay-ay's such a crumb.

Beware your days be rape-filled, no one would even care,
Among a lot of things you'd be a ho.
A ton of woe there be, drama so "le grande",
Playin' OJ, you'll be so canned.

When you're here in hell and how, bitch of ev'ry mother's son,
You're goin' nowhere fast, you never learn, you're dumb,
'Cause OJ-ay-ay, you're just scum.

Think about November, this year, you'll go away,
For you did many things, pay what you owe.
On trial now he's standin', try'n to beat the band,
Ahead OJ-ay-ay, in jail you'll land.

Well, so near to jail you're now, eat some heavy metal son,
You'll be in jail at last, for doin' all you done,
'Cause OJ-ay-ay, jail's no fun.

Hmmm-mmmm-mmmm....