Machine Gun

I got tools to mow down everybody, I got triggers waiting

I got plans to take out everybody; I know where they're hiding

I got sights set on a few that need to be addressed

When I run it thru my head it ends a bloody mess yea

Sick of all the people running up and down my back

Better to eliminate them than have a heart attack

Everybody on my case had better step aside

When I think I've had enough, you all better run and hide yea

I'm past the point of no return

I got tools to mow down everybody, I got triggers pulled

I've begun to take out everybody they're no longer hiding

I hit sights among a few no longer need addressed

When I run it thru my head it looks just like this

Sick of all the people running up and down my back

Better to eliminate them