My Pet Desert Eagle
Hiding in the grass, camoflauged from head to toe
Looking, Watching, seeking for a herb to slowly show
The times come and like a phoenix i rise from the dust
Slowly aiming, waiting calmly, for precision is a must
With the flicker of a finger my pet is signaled into motion
soaring towards the target, his claws sharp and open
As his war cry sounded with blinding speed he advanced
Cocky enough to give a warning, a dead man's chance
because he knew of his speed, which no scope could see
and of his strength, which no vest could break
And he knew of his large size, so why hesitate?
He took into account all the factors of damage
But realized something as he flew right past him
Without accuracy, strength and speed mean nothing
Glock is made big but you ain't hitting nothing
So go back to the 9mm and you might be doing something
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