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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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