He clenched his fist as he stare
at someone who doesn't know how to play fair
he knows that he won't back down on a dare
Alas! They saw his glare!

Sharp, like a blade newly made
He knows what goes in the trade
It will be chaos, like a den in raid
Then now, tell me, who wants to be maced


Blood will spill and guts will sputter
It will be satisfying like having bread with butter
No one will see, nothing will matter
Because he is the best, one motherfucking gunner

Run you fools!
Escape with all your petty tools
as I sit on this stool and get my wool
and clean my gun with all this bull