Bad Victims

I am Freaking the F+!K OUT! Off the hook look out I shout Straight eyes laced with buckets of doubt Trying to figure out what you're all about Blood pressure high as a kite Paranoid look left, look right Dumbfounded your look shining not so bright You picked the wrong victim tonight Double backed behind a wall I hide Me and my girl die or ride As you pass we step by your side The rest is a story off how you died Bye...Bye...