Bullets

Verse 1

Take a gun, a 9 mil, reload it,
I’m sick and tired of being goaded,
Today’s the last chance I got not to blow it,
I’m ready to go crazy, with the gun I got in my pocket,
It wasn’t my business at first, but I knew it’ll never finish,
So now I’m stuck right in it, someone pushed me too far,
Even this ounce of weed aint enough, to land me in the stars,
So thanks to you I’m in a room, with a gun in my hand,
Pointed at your head, not like you could understand,
You’ve pushed me over the edge, now its slaughter infinite,
I bet you never guessed I could, pop off at any minute,
But now I’m in control, your life and blood is in my hands,
I hold the pen that writes your story; this will be your end,
Do your eyes tell me your feelings? Well I say that they do,
Cause you don’t think I got, the fucking balls to kill you,
Well I do, but death isn’t gonna be first,
I’ll choke you till you’re blue before I call for a hearse,
I finally did it; I finally found the courage to take a life,
You all thought I was a failure, that I would never ever strike,
But now you know the consequences of your mistake,
Even if I’m the one who’s leaving blood in my wake,


Chorus

Got a few bullets and a pistol in my pocket,
Nothing solves a dispute faster than a gun cocking,
If my time has come than so has yours,
I guarantee you’ll regret all the shit you said,
Cause men can no longer talk when they’re dead.

Verse 2

When you fuck with someone, make sure you can do it,
Without having them walk, into your class with a piece,
And spray you full of heat, till you look like Swiss cheese,
People deserve no better, than to be killed and deceased,
Cause they try to get up on the same pedestal as me,
Thinking they’re as mental as me, before I put lead in their teeth,
Fuck you and your trends, fuck you and your greed,
Stop reproducing so you, wont be spreading your seed,
Cause I don’t want you around, I’m proud to be different,
Don’t tell me the way I was born, was my decision and deliberate,
Those are dying words, and those words will get you killed,
I’d like nothing more than to, destroy what your parents built,
Or tried to build at least, its good that they tried but it’s a shame,
They never guessed that their only son would die,
For his mistake that he made, its his own responsibility,
Assholishness and anti-empathy isn’t a fucking disability,
How dare you even for a second, doubt my very ability,
To accomplish true thought and thinking, simple thought processes,
You tried to break me down, and that’s why you’re dead,
That’s why I put a motherfucking bullet, in your dumb ass head,
Because I’m tired of people hating, that I’m hardwired to be nice,
And your arrogance keeps you ignorant, that I’ll put you on ice,

Chorus

Got a few bullets and a pistol in my pocket,
Nothing solves a dispute faster than a gun cocking,
If my time has come than so has yours,
I guarantee you’ll regret all the shit you said,
Cause men can no longer talk when they’re dead.