I put the 9mm glock to your head and gently squeese the trigger blowing out your fucking brains on the wall in all kind of crazy figures
So what are you gonna do now you piece of shit you`re such a fucking shit how fucking stupid can a man be you`ve should have known better
Weaving my world from the cord of your soul as I slowly fuck the bullet exit hole through the funeral mist I drag you to my temple dead yet so alive living in my dreams
Nothing brings me greater joy than the memory of when I wiped that smile from your lips the look of horror in your eyes as I pulled out a gun and pointed it at your fucking face
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