Hit List

I got my Glock in my back pocket Ready to spill the blood of our enemies With all their names jotted down on my hitlist First up we got Jesus Christ, But since I can't kill him cause he's already dead I'll kill some of his flock instead I'll be sure to make the children suffer When I spray the Sunday school in lead Next up, is that cracker whore that hops onto my bus So, I'll take a nice jab at her in the neck when she's looking the other way And laugh at the shock in her face As no knight in shining armor will save her today And finally, I've got that outspoken spokesmen Who contradicts all our beliefs Thats why I made sure his wife and kids watched As their loved one's brain splatter into the pavement, Man all these fuckers had what was coming to them Don't you agree with me?