1000 corpses

look

empty out the kel-tec

til ain't a shell left

bullets burn

i can smell flesh

i can smell death

i inhale the last l right on hell's steps

devil's reject

fuck you expect?

listen

i got too many guns

and not enough drama

so i'm broad day in the hood

popping the llama

get the blocks from papi

then i holler hasta manana

eating pasta like a mobster

silk prada pajamas

i've got to be out of my fucking mind

i'll have b-wiz sniff another fucking line

and break your fucking spine

i'm back around

graduated from the school of hard knocks

and got a brick and a pistol

instead of a cap and gown

a couple choppa shots will back them down

waving the k like

look at me. i am the captain now."