Lyrics FORTYFIVE - TUNDRAMANE

Feelin kinda bad I met you with the 45
Feelin kinda sad that it was you not me that died
Feelin kinda strange that is was me that could decide
Hestitation means that you could never make it in this life
Light em up like cigarettes
Line em up like alphabet
Never one to make a bet
Im the one that is a threat
Memorize logistics of sadistic nature
When I'm packin with the pistol grip
I'm bouncing off the walls
And go ballistic
Pull the receiver back and let them slugs bang
Sharp as fangs
Hollow tips they slide right through you
Clickin it back and the hammer done drop
When the trigger finger slip
With the mag that dumped
And the body in the trunk
With a real good slump
Mothafuckas talk like they know sum
I know that they fuckin chumps
I know what the fuck you think you payin for
Come and watch my face when I wipe up the board
Im a fuckin shadow packin with my weapon
Peek into the dark and its your end I reckon