Bryan Goldsman - Sunday Bacon lyrics

Top drawer I grab the Glock I grab the ammo Locked and loaded Blow your brains right out your skull I'm addicted to your suffering I came to bring the f**ing pain And now you're looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun Looks like you're not having any fun Yeah now you know that this is serious Slow down I can't keep up You beg for mercy like i give a f** Your screams are music to my ears Scream louder Listen to meput your face on the ground Oh sh**, what the f** did I just do?