Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close

Ridin' 'round town with our rifles on the front seat Fun, you and me in the Middle East Shootin' at rocks bullets cocked in the mid-day fun, you and me in the old jeep Sun, you and me in the old jeep Let's go have Let's go have fun All you gotta' do is

Say goodbye You are in the sniper's sight The first kill tonight Time to die! The White Death's prey Say goodbye! You are in the bullet's way Snipers sight You are the first kill tonight

This is how we roll We hanging round singing out everything on the radio We light it up with our hands up Yeah this is how we roll And this is how we do We're burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon baby The mix tape's got a little Hank,

Oh which way shall we go? Here we stand at this fork in the road We got no time to waste This old world's spinning out of control Which way shall we go? I can't believe this, it makes me sick While bullets shower the earth We turn our heads and cover our

Yeah Cupid’s got a shotgun aiming at my heart I’ve been dodging bullets, I’ve been hiding in the dark Sawed off double barrel, trigger happy as could be Cupid’s got a shotgun and he’s pointing it at me Oh he gave up on arrows a long, long time ago Turns

Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets Sittin' here Waitin' on a deer Aiming at the empties Missin' hittin' pine trees Ain't my fault them cans keep movin' My baby's on the phone Saying baby come home Where ya been and whatcha been doing

I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain BIG was the first one that had it Got my first chain Feeling like I got my first chain And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain Coming from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls Who knew

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life

You can feel the bullets from my steel son, steel son Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away Grey*59, bitch, I signed my life away (always!) $uicide, $uicide, my end (Yeah, man) (aye, aye, aye) Reach into my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled hunnids