I'd like to hang you
I'd like to be your superstar
I'm running out of cash
I'm gonna push you real hard
Let's go on a trip
If you pay then i'll go
Guns are some real cool shit
I'll fuck you over real slow

Scary, scary mouth bowl
You must state out your case
Yu won't think you're all that
With our boot in your face
You're greasier than crisco
That's jus a shit away
You fucked around our friends
Now we're copming down you're way

We're coming down you're way