| I’m making a list, of who shouldn’t exist
|
| And everyone’s name, is at the top of my list
|
| Run, motherfucker, run and hide
|
| Nothing you can do to save your life
|
| Staring at a noose in front of you
|
| Wrapped around your neck until
|
| You’re cold and blue
|
| And I’ve got an obsession, with Smith and Wesson
|
| Yeah, yeah
|
| Got a bullet and a trigger
|
| And a target on your head
|
| Right between the eyes you’re better off dead
|
| Bored 'til death, nothing to lose
|
| Gonna put a motherfucking bullet in you
|
| Sick of your lies and all of your shit
|
| The thought of you living just makes me…
|
| I’m making a list, and checking it twice
|
| Gonna find out, who’s naughty or nice
|
| Run, motherfucker, run and hide
|
| Nothing you can do to save your life
|
| Staring at a noose in front of you
|
| Wrapped around your neck until
|
| You’re cold and blue
|
| And I’ve got an obsession, with Smith and Wesson
|
| Yeah, yeah
|
| Got a bullet and a trigger
|
| And a target on your head
|
| Right between the eyes you’re better off dead
|
| Bored 'til death, nothing to lose
|
| Gonna put a motherfucking bullet in you
|
| Sick of your lies and all of your shit
|
| The thought of you living just makes me…
|
| And I’ve got an obsession, with Smith and Wesson
|
| Yeah, yeah
|
| Got a bullet and a trigger
|
| And a target on your head
|
| Right between the eyes you’re better off dead
|
| Bored 'til death, nothing to lose
|
| Gonna put a motherfucking bullet in you
|
| Sick of your lies and all of your shit
|
| The thought of you living just makes me… sick |