Friday, 2 March 2012


It flaunts in the midst of nobles.
It makes cowards to stumble.
All because it sounds like a real tool.
Yeah... My gun really serves me as a mantle.

Whenever I'm out in the lawn,
Weaklings do run all because of my toy gun.
They don't know that this thing is only for fun.
With a smile on my face as I do turn,
Only to see guys portray on the floor, as they do crawl.

Bad boys think that I'm the worse...
So they want me to be their boss.
All because I'm fearless and hardly loose,
So they think I being their boss is a just cause.

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