cold fall evening as im sitting on my porch
hair covering my face flannel lit by a torch
Grasped in my hands... seems to be familiar
holding on to the shotgun of a killer
powerful gun that shoots long and far
unfortunate victims buried in the backyard
all with holes in their necks their heads and their chests
and dont think im some mass shooter pussy
id rather go about choosing victims carefully

one time i saw a man in my yard
he saw me but didnt get far
before he knew my shotgun blew and
on my walls and on the streets his brains flew

and one day

my shotgun will take me away

But before i do what you want me to
ill make sure to save some pain for you
by taking you with me
ill teach you for your fucking lack of empathy

the last thing you feel is the barrel to your forehead as i blow your fucking skull apart

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