My Name Is Who

I feel no sorrow And have no shame I might even have someone to blame But I could be yours If your in the right place My jacket is smooth And I am straight to the point I can even be a hollow point All this powder behind me can get my off So you better keep your fingers crossed That today is not your day for a head shot I enter the chamber dressed in a brass suit And as you squeeze that trigger I come out of my shoot I fly through the air at twelve hundred feet per second And I hit you In a matter of seconds Down you go as I tear through your skull Exiting with a giant hole I am a bullet and I have your name on me All because you got in front of me