He's a killer from the other world
A murderer of every growing son
He strikes to take away your joy
A thick dark cloud to cover your sun
Lord of the gun is what he is known for
With one shut, a life is gone
A monster to everyone
Painting streets with human blood
How do we put an end to these wrongs?
How do we pierce his soul with our sword?
Still planning an end to this wicked one
Then I saw him coming after my boy
I took the place of my son
And with one bullet, I saw him fall
Written By: Peter Excel