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?