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Circling a face a favorite fanzine shit as I load the magazines.
.30-.30 is oiled and ready so you know the nervers are steady.
Got a backstage pass all access packin' a gat where it's strapped you guess.
Slippin' a mickey to the crew and security aiming the red dot at the nine spot.

I got you in my cross hairs, the ain't fair!
I you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke.
The situation ain't fair, I got you in my hairs!
You all make me sick, still while the gun goes click.

City to city I'm stalking you but you think I'm the group.
I'm a that you can trust as I mount C-4 under the bus.
Cianide in your rider fruit snuck the blow gun darts by the suits.
Booby trapped the stage. The crowd will be dazed you go POP in a big ole blaze!

I got you in my cross hairs, the situation fair!
I you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke.
The ain't fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all me sick, hold still while the gun goes click.

Oh shit, I've been shot, I'm to go into shock.
Yo, me what I am supposed to do,
When I sold my I thought I paid my dues.
Yo, listen, I don't to die.
How much to live this
Out the in my mouth, no I won't.
No.
No, Please Don't!!!!!!!

I got you in my hairs, the situation ain't fair!
I sent you all warning notes, but to the it was a joke.
The situation fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, still while the gun goes click.