Sunday Bacon

Top drawer
I grab the glock
I grab the ammo
Locked and Loaded
Blow your brains right out your skull
I’m addicted to your suffering
I came to bring the fucking pain
And now you’re looking down the barrel of a gun
Sun of a Gun
Looks like you’re not having any fun
Yeah, now you know that this is serious
Slow down, I can’t keep up You beg for mercy like I give a fuck
Scream Louder
Your screams are music to my ears
Listen to me Put your face down on the ground
Oh shit, what the fuck did I just do?