Fast Food Made Me Do It

Nothing much to it

Fast food made me do it

The reason why I wanna watch the blood spill

People anger me to the point my rage is fill

You better stand still

Pull out my glock

Better look at your clock

Your time is up

Tell the devil sup

Yall need to shut the fuck up

Keep complaining about your food

Trust me it just puts me in a bad mood

Nothing much to it

Fast food made me do it

Goin in a murder spree

Thought you were free

You gonna see

Piss me off

Yea think your tough

Put my glock in your mouth

I hear you cough

I told you I ain't soft

Pull the trigger

Watch your brain splatter

Hear the blood piter and patter

I enjoy the way you die

Tastes like pie

Nothing much to it

Fast food made me do it

I enjoy this rage

Cant keep it locked in a cage

Unload my magazine

Put my gun in your tangerine

Hear the bullet enter like a tamperene

Walk outside

I don't hide

Raise my gun in the air

Finally everything feels fair

Nothing much to it

Fast food made me do it