The body count goes up
the bodies on the ground
the bodies in the air
the bodies, all around
Cutting, shooting, killing
Blows designed to slay
Stabbing, dying, thrilling
There ain't another way
Double tap, and double dead
his bullet proof, new suits
no words uttered, or said
perfect, every-time, he shoots
The car, is not the reason
somewhat, it was the pup
wife died of cancer
but his vengeance is something
he's never
giving
up
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
The body count goes up
the bodies on the ground
the bodies in the air
the bodies, all around
Cutting, shooting, killing
Blows designed to slay
Stabbing, dying, thrilling
There ain't another way
Double tap, and double dead
his bullet proof, new suits
no words uttered, or said
perfect, every-time, he shoots
The car, is not the reason
somewhat, it was the pup
wife died of cancer
but his vengeance is something
he's never
giving
up
Yup, y'all know it :D
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