I thought I told you to f*cking quit
get off of your ass
get rid of it
now under satan's domain
nothing gets better now
it'll just stay the same
you can run away
you can hide for one day
but when the bullets go flying by
your ass is ready to die
dead and loving it once again
f*cking all of your girlfriends
that you thought you had one day
There's nowhere to run
mind is simply f*cked anyway
If I had a choice I would neverhave let you
become stray
if you die who will cry?
No one loves you
So why can't I shoot you now?