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
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