Unholy Gunman
Unholy Gunman
A change in shift time 2 hours earlier means just that
Less sleep and broken rest feel like a ing dead dog
Oh my ing Satan help heal my wounded body!
How can I feel like this and be alive it’s so wrong
But not to worry I’ve a job to do and do it I will
They pay me peanuts and treat me like a monkey
On the bars I will swing and put on a show
Time to fire up the moped and go and kill
Got my 45 ready to plug some people a lot!
Bigger body count the better Devil pays me well
Being tired makes me numb not slow as I’m fast
I can do a karate bout without 3 days sleep
Riding a moped and randomly shooting is easy
Each shot a kill maybe Lucifer aims for me?
Anyhow I got 4 kills today all random and dead
They’ll never catch me you notice me later
When I’ve gone I had blond hair when it’s black
Me the Unholy gun man with little sleep
Out there doing my job so my boss gets his souls
I’ll sleep a little better today as I got 4 kills…
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