Son of a Gun

I am fire cooked in the belly of a barrel An inferno like a messenger of death from hell Somersaulting like a ninja assassin wilding his sword unsheathed With double edged precision and ill intent unleashed In my clear trajectory I target any would be shot stopper I spit fatality and finality, I am the showstopper There lies power in the pull of a trigger An on/off switch of life at the tip of a finger I entre the air with a loud Bang! I express death like a bulletin Collide and split air molecules with gun powder 15 calibre to penetrate fragile body armour I shoot off my mouth like a machine gun Two syllables, death by numbers, one by one I recoil on my words like a liar, then silence Steal lives and leave behind bullet clips I laugh at your gun laws I am the Lord of all wars