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 sh**, buried under all the trends and i'm gonna take this f*ggot 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 f**in 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".....