I thought I told you to fucking quit

get off of your ass

get rid of it

now under satan's domain

nothing gets better now

it'll just stay the same

you can run away

you can hide for one day

but when the bullets go flying by

your ass is ready to die

dead and loving it once again

fucking all of your girlfriends

that you thought you had one day

There's nowhere to run

mind is simply fucked anyway

If I had a choice I would neverhave let you

become stray

if you die who will cry?

No one loves you

So why can't I shoot you now?