Sayonara
Detached house of this cash cow
Very flash wow
Automatic gates smashed down
When I crashed through em at a maxed out
Pace, proper fast, pal
Wacked my face on the dash, ouch
Stepping out the wreckage as the neighbours stood and watched
I'm like fuckin what?
Pulling out the double glocks
Put a couple shots in the door, bust the locks
Tony bouts to get his bubble popped
Ruffling his feathers like a shuttlecock
Hand grenade bomber I pulled the pin out from it
And rocketed it through the window like a comet
Splattering body content
Boom
Walked in the hallway and could see a couple goons
Through a hole in the wall from the explosion in the living room
They were crying, slowly dying
Missing limbs trying to crawl and reach their irons
I had to fry em
Bullets started flying from the kitchen
I flipped a coffee table on its side and took cover in a prone position
Waited and listened for em reloading ammunition
Whistling missiles from my pistols
Hit em and lifted em
Ripping em to ribbons, good riddance
Leaving em in critical condition
Or ready for the mortician
No sign of Tony the fuckin asshole he
Had an elevator built in for wheelchair access, the only
Place left to hide is on the next story
So I made my way up the stairs slowly
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Na killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Stood on the landing with my hand cannons ready for banging
The barrels still smoking kicking doors open
No fucks given coz if I stay living I'm going prison
So I guess that this is my last mission
Fuck it
I'm rooting tooting executing anything that's moving
Like a Wild West movie
Real life Call of Duty
Walked into the spa room, big cunt waiting with an uzi
Tried to do me but he ended up in the jacuzzi
No way
How did he miss? I check to see if I've been hit but I'm okay
Walk out and I see Tony at the end of the hallway
Heckler G3 from Norway
Started unloading I jumped inside a doorway
Waited til I heard the clip deserted then I quickly spurted
With the twin burners ready to commit murders
Now it's over
Two shots, one in each of his shoulders
Pushed him down the stairs in his wheelchair, dragged him over
To the living room that were burning from the explosion
Chucked him in the fire watched him smoulder
Sayonara
I made a dash, fifty grand in cash
Walking fast down the path of the gaf
Tasting my revenge at last
Climbed into the Bentley in a mad heat
Little did I know someone was waiting in the back seat
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Na killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Very flash wow
Automatic gates smashed down
When I crashed through em at a maxed out
Pace, proper fast, pal
Wacked my face on the dash, ouch
Stepping out the wreckage as the neighbours stood and watched
I'm like fuckin what?
Pulling out the double glocks
Put a couple shots in the door, bust the locks
Tony bouts to get his bubble popped
Ruffling his feathers like a shuttlecock
Hand grenade bomber I pulled the pin out from it
And rocketed it through the window like a comet
Splattering body content
Boom
Walked in the hallway and could see a couple goons
Through a hole in the wall from the explosion in the living room
They were crying, slowly dying
Missing limbs trying to crawl and reach their irons
I had to fry em
Bullets started flying from the kitchen
I flipped a coffee table on its side and took cover in a prone position
Waited and listened for em reloading ammunition
Whistling missiles from my pistols
Hit em and lifted em
Ripping em to ribbons, good riddance
Leaving em in critical condition
Or ready for the mortician
No sign of Tony the fuckin asshole he
Had an elevator built in for wheelchair access, the only
Place left to hide is on the next story
So I made my way up the stairs slowly
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Na killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Stood on the landing with my hand cannons ready for banging
The barrels still smoking kicking doors open
No fucks given coz if I stay living I'm going prison
So I guess that this is my last mission
Fuck it
I'm rooting tooting executing anything that's moving
Like a Wild West movie
Real life Call of Duty
Walked into the spa room, big cunt waiting with an uzi
Tried to do me but he ended up in the jacuzzi
No way
How did he miss? I check to see if I've been hit but I'm okay
Walk out and I see Tony at the end of the hallway
Heckler G3 from Norway
Started unloading I jumped inside a doorway
Waited til I heard the clip deserted then I quickly spurted
With the twin burners ready to commit murders
Now it's over
Two shots, one in each of his shoulders
Pushed him down the stairs in his wheelchair, dragged him over
To the living room that were burning from the explosion
Chucked him in the fire watched him smoulder
Sayonara
I made a dash, fifty grand in cash
Walking fast down the path of the gaf
Tasting my revenge at last
Climbed into the Bentley in a mad heat
Little did I know someone was waiting in the back seat
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
Na killing every fucker that I see RIP
Never met a cunt like me
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Writer(s): Danny Dawson
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