I've got a loaded gun, hidden under my sleeve, and a burning hate for you, and it will never leave. I'm a spoiled suburban piece of shit, buried under all the trends and I'm gonna take this faggot out, cuz it will make me friends. got my finger on the trigger and the barrel to his head and I ask him how it feels to know that soon he'll be dead. I don't want to hear him he's got another fuckin day, I don't even know but I heard that he's gay and he doesn't have any friends anyway reality is rated "r".....