I smell the pleasant aroma
Of our fatal last shot
Your beautiful **** barrel
Smoking and red hot

Oh how you fill me
With such pleasure and power
How the very sight of your loveliness
Mad our victims run and cower

Makes me laugh aloud
How the haters give you the blame
When it’s really me, not my beloved AK
Who feels the need to ****** and maim

So let them try and take you
But they better get ready to run
Because I’m another entitled American
Who can legally “HUNT” with my gun