Six Feet Under - One Bullet Left Lyrics

I'll kill all the haters
They'll nerver stop their deaths
We'll bread and burn and murder
Each of you to the last
Return to make it final
One bullet to your head
I know it just won't happen
A world that's free from pain
So I'll just use my freedom
To f*cking kill and maim them
Reduce their heads with lead
Not ever gonna stop us
Not 'til the last one drops off
Not 'til they die and rot up
Not ever gonna stop
Not 'til the last one drops

One bullet left - one bullet left - one
One bullet left - one life to die - one
One bullet left - one bullet left - one

For some reason you motherf*ckers think this is
Some kind of motherf*ckin game
You ain't gonna realize until I got some f*cking
Steel pointed at your faggot-ass face and blow your
Motherf*ckin dome off your goddamn shoulders
You motherf*ckin critic-ass bitch motherf*ckers
Catch you comin out your motherf*ckin house
Bleed!

I put the gat to your face and head and blast
Blow your f*ckin face off, rock you with the
Sawed-off, blow guts all over your bitch
Leave your stankin in a six foot ditch
Run up in your house with a tek out
Duct tape your spouse with a gun in her mouth
Smack your dids up you think I give a f*ck
I'll call the f*ckin pigs on myself
Barricade the black with the ATF
I don't give a f*ck bitch I pray for death
Grab your little girl by the neck
Bust her in the chest
And throw her on the lawn
Call CNN it's on, get this on TV
The last one's for me
Aim with the pipe down dead in my head
And squeeze
Leave the whole wall red

One bullet left, one bullet left - one
One bullet left - one life to die for
One bullet left, one bullet left - one
One bullet left - one life to die for

Always got one bullet left
One of fifty to their f*cking chests