Lyrics
You took it for granted, you thought I would leave
You believed I would walk away without retaliating
Your friends were in the bar, you picked a fight
You initiated a conflict while your acquaintances were at the bar
You never expected that I was protected
You were unaware of my preparedness or protection
You never saw the danger in your sight
You failed to perceive the imminent danger
In shock, your friends all around you
Your friends witness you lying injured and shocked
See you lying in a pool of red It's quiet, the bar becomes silent
The environment becomes quiet as the severity of the situation sinks in
They can't accept the fact that you're dead
Their disbelief at your death is evident
Rednecks, your friends all started crying
Your friends, described as 'rednecks,' begin to cry
Too bad they never realized
Regrettably, they never comprehended the truth earlier
Justice, my shotgun justice left you paralyzed
I administered my form of justice, leaving you paralyzed
You thought I had left but I went to my car I came back with my shotgun too
Although you believed I had departed, I returned with a shotgun
Returned in a minute, I fired my rounds
I reappeared swiftly and discharged my weapon
And now there's nothing left of you
There's nothing left of you after the act
I never look for trouble, but if trouble comes around
I don't actively seek trouble, but I'm quick to respond if it finds me
I've got the shortest fuse of any psychopath in town
My tolerance for provocation is dangerously short
You shouldn't talk to strangers, there might be a price to pay
Warnings against engaging with unfamiliar individuals, implying consequences
Too late to change your attitude you just got blown away
Your refusal to change led to fatal consequences
Itchy trigger, finger I reacted instantly
I reacted immediately due to an impulsive trigger finger
No one else will have to deal with your mentality
No one else will suffer due to your aggressive mindset
A cancer on society, you'll pick no fights again
Describing the deceased as a societal problem who won't cause trouble anymore
You're just a mess of rotting flesh whose time has come my friend
Your demise is highlighted as a consequence of your actions
Life is just a memory, you got what you deserved
Your life ends fittingly in accordance with your deeds
You thought you were a tough guy, thought you'd get on someone's nerves
Your belief in being tough and confrontational led to your downfall
Everybody left the bar, you called those traitors friends No one came to help you, no one came to your defense Your friends all learned a lesson, too bad it come too late Now they know the consequence of those of us who hate
Isolation and lack of aid from acquaintances due to their realization of your actions
You stare blank at the ceiling, you forgot to close your eyes
Your lifeless gaze signifies your end
This is how a scumbag dies!
Your demise is depicted as fitting for someone of your nature
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