All my ops

All my ops Are going down Straight down Into the ground I got my 45 11 rounds They're all gone die I'm aiming for their mouths! All my ops Are going down Straight down Into the ground I got my 45 11 rounds They're all gone die I'm aiming for their mouths! Yea all head shots Make em count Plus an extra mag In case there's more than Eleven of them around Lots of dead weight hounds Hitting the ground Once my .45 rings out Lots of loud pops Followed by dead quiet sounds As their cold dead bodies Bleed out, no more heart pounds! Delray's just a pussy clown As well as all his goons Stalking me around town And Blaine gonna be MIA Never to be found If he ever rolls up Tryna throw down! They all gonna be staring down The big .45 caliber crown Of my 1911 right there and now Pow, pow, pow They ain't even gonna be screaming Owe Before they fall deader than an owl When you shoot it Dead between the brow I'm gonna be chuckling loud Just like that dumb dog Off duck hunter pal After I shoot em down Like some dead waterfowl! It's gonna be too late For them to throw in the towel When they're bleeding out And losing their bowls Eyes wide open With all life snuffed out! Then I'll piss on their corpse And laugh out loud! All my ops Are going down Straight down Into the ground I got my 45 11 rounds They're all gone die I'm aiming for their mouths! All my ops Are going down Straight down Into the ground I got my 45 11 rounds They're all gone die I'm aiming for their mouths!