finally 18 so i go to the gun department and purchase a nine/
five bullet holes leave him pale like the hair of albert einstine/
while his parrents are cryn tellin each it will be fine but on the inside their thinkin is this a sign/
finally their leavin, moving and changing their identidy so they cant get a scent of me/
so their up in their house thinkin that theyre finally free/
they leave to go shopping and come back home each with three/(bullet holes)
that was quick as fuck and really short tell me if u like o and the part about cryn its cryin but like prononced to rhyme with nine
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