Shoot the Fake

Find myself surrounded
by fake proffiting whores
Grab my shotgun, it's loaded
I'll shoot my way to shore

Are you ready?
It's here
It's made just for you

A shell with your name on it
I'll gut it right through you

You're a fake,
You're a whore
You want profit
Right down from  my core.

I needed you
and you stepped back
I have nothing to lose
It's all, right now
Right here
and the bloodshed is on you

Are you ready?
It's here
It's made just for you

A shell with your name on it
I'll gut it right through you


(for Pinky's request)