As Long As It's Loaded
 
Your smaller then ants
Your actual size
Your the head light burnt out
Your loading the nine

It's a lie
It's so fake
As long as it's loaded

Pulling the trigger
You'll get what you deserve

We'll be our own disaster

By GoodGodNeat'o

© 2009 GoodGodNeat'o (All rights reserved)

 

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