Assassination Of A Pop Star

Circling a face a favorite fanzine talking shit as I load the magazines
.30-.30 is oiled and ready blunted so you know the nervers are steady
Got a backstage pass all access packin' a gat where it’s strapped you can’t
guess
Slippin' a mickey to the crew and security aiming the red dot at the targets
nine spot
I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain’t fair!
I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke
The situation ain’t fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click
City to city I’m stalking you but you think I’m following the group
I’m a groupie that you can trust as I mount C-4 under the bus
Cianide in your rider fruit snuck the blow gun darts by the black suits
Booby trapped the stage. The crowd will be dazed when you go POP in a big ole
blaze!
I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain’t fair!
I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke
The situation ain’t fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click
Oh shit, I’ve been shot, I’m about to go into shock
Yo, tell me what I am supposed to do
When I sold my soul I thought I paid my dues
Yo, listen, I don’t want to die
How much to live this time?
Out the barrel in my mouth, no I won’t
No
No, Please Please Don’t!!!
I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain’t fair!
I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke
The situation ain’t fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click