Obviously I'm now wise
No more throwing of dice
I'll always pull the trigger twice
I have no reason to be nice
My bullets, often in excess
I'll kill them with my success
My fingers wouldn't go on a recess
I've never been out to impress
I'll give you no second chance
With my bullets, your body will dance
Streets now devoid of any romance
Call the police, I'll maintain my stance
Success with a wild vehemence
The bold beauty of violence
A full armoury is of essence
I'll fire till I break every fence
The new me isn't a surprise
A good heart will never suffice
No more throwing of dice
I've learnt to pull the trigger twice.
