One glock, tick tock, lookin' down can't stop
Watching time stride by, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
My thoughts they're cocked bang, bang I've got
Somethin' hot, two shots warm like butter
Aimin' at your dome, no need to utter random stuff
You've said too much bang, bang...
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
Mothers cry on blocks wishin' that their fallen seeds would grow
Fathers slang rocks in hopes that their seeds won't know
Some pack rocks, some pack snow
The sun is gone, no more glow
Some pack water, some pack rockets
Even when they take their hands out of their pockets
They can't stop the water or the rockets
Dead on arrival stuffed into the coroner's white zip-locked jackets
Tell me what you see
I see the dead all around me bye, bye, bye, bye
One glock, tick tock, lookin' down can't stop
Watching time stride by, bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
My thoughts they're cocked bang, bang I've got
Somethin' hot, two shots warm like butter
Aimin' at your dome, no need to utter random stuff
You've said too much bang, bang...
Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
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