We got bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got
bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got
bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got
bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got
bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got
bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got

Bang bang you’re dead
Just another mother fucker with a hole in his head
Gotta make it somehow
Gotta keep breathing keep moving for now
Knock knock who’s there
Guarantee it isn’t Jesus and the devil is near
They have us surrounded at best
Putting lead down range is part of the test

Hold
Hold
Hold
Here it comes

Knock knock who’s there
Bullets and guns and bombs
Knock knock who’s there
A mad mother fucker
Knock knock who’s there
Listen up son
Whatever doesn’t kill me better run better run
Knock knock who’s there
Bullets and guns and bombs
Knock knock who’s there
A mad mother fucker
Knock knock who’s there
Listen up son
Whatever doesn’t kill me better run better run

Guess what we’re here
Everything you do should be embraced with fear
We’re outnumbered and thats fine
You think we’re being quiet but we’re holding the line
I’ve got you in my sights
My fingers on the trigger and its double tap night
I am the angel of death
It’s one in the head or two in the chest

Hold
Hold
Hold
Here it comes

Knock knock who’s there
Bullets and guns and bombs
Knock knock who’s there
A mad mother fucker
Knock knock who’s there
Listen up son
Whatever doesn’t kill me better run better run
Knock knock who’s there
Bullets and guns and bombs
Knock knock who’s there
A mad mother fucker
Knock knock who’s there
Listen up son
Whatever doesn’t kill me better run better run

We got bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got
bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got
bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got
bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got
bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got
bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bullets and guns
And guns and bullets
And bombs mother fucker we got

Knock knock who’s there
Bullets and guns and bombs
Knock knock who’s there
A mad mother fucker
Knock knock who’s there
Listen up son
Whatever doesn’t kill me better run better run
Knock knock who’s there
Bullets and guns and bombs
Knock knock who’s there
A mad mother fucker
Knock knock who’s there
Listen up son
Whatever doesn’t kill me better run better run

Better run
Whatever doesn’t kill me better run