so what you gonna do when i go to get the gun. sending bullets through the air aint no fun. shooting everywhere got you on the run. my words to you are a nightmare son. my advice for you is to be gone. now its gonna be twice said bitch get on the run. get another sholder to cry on. fore i fry you to the bone while i yawn. i was born with a set of horns stone cold and as satan he sworn. to uphold the agreement we are on killing slowly with a thorn my enemies needs to choke on theyre own blood. killing this whole swamp of idiots with a strap on. a pessimist getting ready to bomb, cleaning the rest of people up with the machete, so Funn. sneakin in a little lethal pun as im seekin a weapon. and i find it upon reaching this pedestal now its over youre leaking you blowed up litheraly blew youre stove top. bye bye you ugly fuck...