Track details
Released in: 2008
Album: I Sampled Marisa / DJ Tool Vinyl
Lyrics
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
Source:
Lololyrics
