Grab a Glock
Fire in the crowd
Everyone duck
Get down
Get down to the rhythm of my piston
Get down to the rhythm of my piston
I never miss I always hit ‘em
Get down to the rhythm
Get down to the rhythm
Get down get down get down get—

“Oh my god! She’s got a gun
And she’s coming, run!”
Where’s your Mom
When the clocks stop
And the bombs go off?
Come on get it if you want it
Jump on it I’ll run up on ya
I’m the barracuda, the shooter
Now tell me whatcha gonna do?
Sleep on me like a dakimakura?
Now it’s time to meet your maker
I’m your reaper undertaker
I am such a troublemaker
You are just a tattletale
A rat that I've got by the tail
Who you gonna tell
With a bullet in your head?
Grab a Glock
Fire in the crowd
Everyone duck
Get down
Get down to the rhythm of my piston
Get down to the rhythm of my piston
I never miss I always hit ‘em
Get down to the rhythm
Get down to the rhythm
Get down get down get down get—

Machetes, grenades, even Uzis
Whatcha gonna do when we start shooting?
Who you gonna see
When you start bleeding
Crying pleading for your life?
Look me in the eyes
Before you die
I'll decide if you survive
The way you lived was so contrived
Stand in line
Back to the wall
Bodies fall
And hit the floor
You used to talk shit
And call me a whore
Say it to my face
Chad and Stacy
I’ll cut a fake bitch
With a switchblade
Cuz a gun is like so cliché
This all fun and games
Make it rain
Guts and brains
Bitch I came
Just to slay
I’ll make you pay
I’ll break your legs
I’m a fucking psycho
In a downward spiral
Brought a fucking rifle
I’m so fucking spiteful
I just wanna fight yo
Got no clothes under my trench coat
Oh no
Got no clothes under my trench coat
Oh no