I've got a loaded gun,
hidden under my sleeve,
and a burning hate for you,
and it will never leave.
I'm a spoiled suburban piece of shit,
buried under all the trends
and I'm gonna take this faggot out,
cuz it will make me friends.
got my finger on the trigger
and the barrel to his head
and I ask him how it feels
to know that soon he'll be dead.
I don't want to hear him
he's got another fuckin day,
I don't even know but
I heard that he's gay
and he doesn't have any friends
anyway reality is rated "r".....