I got the call.
Stood tall.
Now is my chance to get rid of this menace, once and for all.
"He's at home, boy. It's now or never."
Respect from the boys and enough cash for new toys.
My first hit.
Exciting times. About to take a life. The man has a wife and kids. They better not get in my way. One warning shot is all I have to say today and I won't miss.
Nervously ridin dirty. Blow one red light and I'm in prison until I'm thirty or more. Fucking seat belt is stuck in the door. I better pull over.
Need a smoke but I'm broke. That clerk standing there looks like a bitch I can choke.
No.
In two hours I'll be rich.
Just get the job done. Fuck all the fun, for now. Walk into that house and go 'pow pow pow'.
Wow.
My heart's pumping to the beat of the song I hear thumping. This is the place. Calm down. This isn't a race.
Kick open the door! He drops from his couch to the floor! His first shot missed! Now I'm pissed! You had one chance and I insist I bet you wished that hit me.
Click, click, click. Was a gun jam part of your plan little man? You're laying on the floor and here I stand a champion before taking out your pineal gland.
No more dreams for you. My name's Mike, how do you do?
Pew pew pew. Pew-pew. Pew.
Turned around. Bang! Dead before I hit the ground.
My first tattoo.
Thought it would look cool.
Hurt like a bitch and now it's starting to itch.
I didn't do it to look tough. Mike's death was no bluff. But having it done was rough.
I better not be getting another.
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