3 6 4, people hate my guts,
they want to hit and see how many puts,
it takes to get to the center of my skull.
The axe you're holding is just a bit dull,
sharpen it please so it makes a clean cut.
5 6 7 8, fuck all you,
who dont appreciate,
the concept of this gun.
Its pointing at your head, you better fucking run,
before your ass gets done.
People see me walking, they think Im odd,
but I talk to no one and I walk alone.
Lets go for a ride, thank god,
you didnt strap your seat belt,
I hope you fly through the fucking window.
Harsh as my feelings may be,
its all that I really want to happen to thee,
Ill end your life with this gun, most likely not quietly.
I will hold you down, fold you in,
one way to describe me, 6 letter word, Deadly.
Come down the pit,
watch out, the bullets my hit,
you right in your mouth as the candles are lit.
Say what you will of all of this,
say what you will of me bitch.
Soon, your body is to fall,
up from the top of the tower you will call,
when you land, no time to crawl.
fuck you, fuck me, fuck what u saw,
the gun back fires, and so ends it all. |
