When I was a boy, my pop bought me a gun
Said, son, this ain't no toy, this time you learn to hunt
Buy bullets, buy the case, put them up on the shelf
There's a chance one day that this world's gonna go to hell
And he's damn sure proud of me
Cause now my philosophy is
If it ain't loaded, better act
Get a bloodhound out of track
Every foot could be your last one
When that bomb's up in the sky
You won't find me strapped or backstabbed
Crying at that crashing NASDAQ
You can bet your country that I'ma kill a s*** till I die
Die
Kill a s*** till I die
Die
Kill a s*** till I die
Die
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Die
We'll see you next time.
We'll see you next time.
We'll see you next time.