.45 federal Hollow point special 1911 barrel 10 rnd Wilson Combat Mags made of stainless metal Rack one in the chamber Press the mag release petal Catch the clip, add an extra round Palm it back and settle Listen for the click As I thumb the safety switch Until it's time to meddle With some cold blooded shit When the ops want the smoke from this kettle Make their face turn yellow, when they see their red blood puddles, as their lips turn blue under a purple night sky of sulfuric clouds of minerals, that just left my barrel, as the casings hit the ground like a bag of spilt skittles. Shoulda never pulled your pistols, That's what got you in this pickle Cause I got a fast trigger fingle Ready drop any hitta Stupid enough to test my mental I don't handle threats gentle I'm gon end your life so simple As I aim my sights right at your temple So you best mind your temper Before you engage me with your kimber. Or I'll drop you like a leaf in September After I light you up with my piece And burn ya like piece of timber Don't make me have to make you remember! Cause I hate being interrupted with the chore of having to dismember Dead punk bitches, that neva got the memo!