Six Feet Under - One Bullet Left lyrics

I'll k** all the haters They'll nerver stop their d**hs We'll bread and burn and murder Each of you to the last Return to make it final One bullet to your head I know it just won't happen A world that's free from pain So I'll just use my freedom To f**ing k** and maim them Reduce their heads with lead Not ever gonna stop us Not 'til the last one drops off Not 'til they die and rot up Not ever gonna stop Not 'til the last one drops One bullet left - one bullet left - one One bullet left - one life to die - one One bullet left - one bullet left - one For some reason you motherf**ers think this is Some kind of motherf**in game You ain't gonna realize until I got some f**ing Steel pointed at your f*ggot-a** face and blow your Motherf**in dome off your goddamn shoulders You motherf**in critic-a** b**h motherf**ers Catch you comin out your motherf**in house Bleed! I put the gat to your face and head and blast Blow your f**in face off, rock you with the Sawed-off, blow guts all over your b**h Leave your stankin in a six foot ditch Run up in your house with a tek out Duct tape your spouse with a gun in her mouth Smack your dids up you think I give a f** I'll call the f**in pigs on myself Barricade the black with the ATF I don't give a f** b**h I pray for d**h Grab your little girl by the neck Bust her in the chest And throw her on the lawn Call CNN it's on, get this on TV The last one's for me Aim with the pipe down dead in my head And squeeze Leave the whole wall red One bullet left, one bullet left - one One bullet left - one life to die for One bullet left, one bullet left - one One bullet left - one life to die for Always got one bullet left One of fifty to their f**ing chests