Got my breath stuck in my windpipe Grim Reaper take me with his scythe Look at the crowd so many people Get anxious looking through the peephole Dang to much drink's That gun looks nice, high jinx Got full mag's Only wearing Rags Feeling drowsy They all look like a bounty *News story about shooting* Let's go back to 34×51+300−22 when I was born Nevermind that I guess alot of people are gonna have to mourn Shoot them all Bomb the walls Oh there coming Start the scary drumming You know what I'ma kill myself