It feel's so great, to kill with out the hate
To end the debate, or to end one's fate
To pull the trigger, without being called a nigger
To feel alot bigger, without the change in figure
To look into their eyes, to see that dispize
With in my demise, while their family cry's
To use such force, whithout any sign of remorse
Without getting devorse, to learn a new intercourse
It fills my cup of thrill, kinda like my needed pill
Using a gun or a drill, to get paid just to kill