I took my Buck knife Stuck it in my bag In a black Jansport that I've had since 2000 class And some duct tape, the last of a roll I used The first of it I used to patch a hole in my bedroom window glass I broke into my trailer because this bitch locked me out She took my keys and threw them into the yard, but I haven't cut my grass Plus it was dark when I got home, I was driving fast But the made it hard to see the road and I drove right past Had to turn around in a cul de sac, dead end And I barely made into my dirt drive, running out of gas A late night at work, another tailspin Got fired so I hit the bar and I got trashed I stumbled in to find a note, "I'm gone" "No shit, bitch" I crumble the note, and threw it on the ground, and picked up the phone "Fuck", she cut the wire, busted the jack with a hammer I know, cause I can see that the plastic got bashed
I was so mad, that I went sober With a forced laugh, I reached for the last thing that I need in my sack (haha) A picture of us in a cab, the night we said it would work out That didn't last, a couple dollars short, or maybe just the wrong path The reason was irrelevant to me, cause I just wanted payback So I jumped in my truck, put the dash, spitted gas And a bag pack duct tape and buck knife, and that was that Thinking
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This must be a movie Cause I'm about to roll tape again I'm about to make a movie Michael Myers and Superman "Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!" Michael Myers and Superman Is it a game? Or is it insane? Michael Myers and Superman
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I pulled out the driveway, took a right on Rainbow Drive While I tried to keep my truck alive, pumping down the street I believe it was 55 outside, cold, and the window was frosted Truck died and then I crawled into the pump station Barely making it to the pump I walked in, put my last 10 dollar bills on the desk Snuck a pack of cigarettes in my pocket As he reached for the register, the thought sparked in my head To leave him dead, but no, fuck it I'll save his life, and put 10 in the bucket I ain't killing in public It ain't in my budget The door, I budged it Slid through to the pump my gas as the thought Of all the shit she put me through, but I was glad I had a reason to go see her now Other than to lay her down I got a reason to treat her like a voodoo doll with this bait I found I made the sound of screeching tires as I pulled out of the station Mind racing for the placement of my rage, I was impatient Movie in the making So I punched the dash and my front windshield cracked Made it harder to see what was in front of me But I mashed on the pedal, stomping through the floor With a leak in the door The wind whistled like a missile in a war, or a bullet from a pistols bore Reached under my seat for a bottle of whiskey and took a shot While my stomach was in a knot, nerves shot I mulled over the plot "When I find this bitch, I'll put her in a ?lock, with a rope and a sock Duct taped on her mouth and make her look at a clock And every second, I'm going to pop one of her boyfriend's fingers With a vise grip, while he's screaming at me, "No! Stop!" When I make it to his knees While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery I'm going to grab his head and make him stare at you While you drill holes in his kneecaps with a screw And this is only preview to scene 2! Take 1
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(Screaming)
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"Look up at the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!" Is it a game? Or is it insane?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
