Renegade conquer the estate

His daddy's down dealing
Creation heaving
His mom is on it
Then off it
Then on it again

There's a mad dog inside his guts
Got a mad dog inside his guts
There's a mad dog inside his guts
Got a mad dog inside his guts
Walled hate

Spiked
Psyched up for a riot
Come the revolution that we rave

Wheeler-dealer of hashish and tequila
A sure-fire healer
Hashish and tequila

Got reservoir dogs on pirate tape
They've lost their and they've lost their shape

Got two lungs that've both gone black
Got two lungs that've both gone black
Got two lungs that've both gone black
But they still get smashed on dope and crack

Spiked
Psyched up for a riot
Come the revolution that we rave

Leave it to the dogs

(Spiked is sketchy at best.
These are the most complete lyrics
I've found, and I'm not very good at
deciphering myself)