I hear him screaming like late night white trash TV stations
Black combat boots pacing in through the school building
He’s gonna fight the good fight, the noble war
He’s gonna fight the good fight, the noble war

Yeah my baby has a baby but it’s not me
It’s an AK47 semi-automatic gun and
He loves her more than he loves me

I don’t care what you say
If you ever touch him again
I will freakin' kill you
I’m gonna pull out the goddamn shotgun
And blow your damn head off
Do you understand?
You little worthless piece of crap!

Gunslinger, black duster, delusions of a western
He wears his hat on backwards, sets fire to his locker
He’s gonna fight the good fight, the noble war
He’s gonna fight the good fight, the noble war

Yeah my baby has a baby but it’s not me
It’s an AK47 semi-automatic gun and
He loves her more than he loves me

I’ll bet you’ve never seen
The smile of savage-springfield 67H
With his blurry face
And cracked voice gone through the VHS tapes

Then you get guts all over the place
Then somebody’s gonna have to clean it up
And the janitors get mad.
Uh, I think we’ll just use my A.E.B ten machine pistol on him
Probably, maybe the rocket launcher

Yeah my baby has a baby but it’s not me