Imagine you're a deer.
You're prancing along.
Get thirsty.
You spot a little brook.
Put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water
BAM!
A fuckin' bullet rips off part of your head.
Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces.
Now I ask ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?

Bam! a fuckin bullet... (?x)
Bam! a fuckin fuckin

Bam! a fuckin bullet... (?x)
Bam! a fuckin fuckin

• Album / Vinyl:

• I Sample Marissa Vinyl

• Year:

• 2008

• Genre:

• Jumpstyle

• Source / From:

• My Cousin Vinny

• Requested by:

• Melvyninho

• Submitted by:

• Melvyninho