here it is, wish number one, a gun, full clips and rows of punks/
what? come on everyone has to have a little bit a fun/
but anywas, I take the glock, and shock when u hear it cock/
then click click, empty clip, 30 bitches dead, layin in the ditch/
shit, need to amuse myself, next up a chainsaw meat freshly raw/
when u cut and scar, blood flushed and blushed, bustin the jobs/
cuz I've used my third wish, on eternal life, robbin banks/
with a chainsaw cuttin out the eyes, of victims oh so twisted/
just call me jack the ripper, but much much more sicker/
cuz after I kissed her, I took the chainsaw and split her/

lol ppl it would be better if u din't even ask lol

You seriously need some meds dawg, you got some twisted things going on in your head!
~Bounce~

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