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i took the shotgun of the rack and it wanted me dead.

i pulled the hammer back and blew a hole in my head.

i'm looking down at me, my brains all in a pile.

i kinda felt sadistic cuz i started to smile.



Whatever, bitch, it's time to have some fun.

i take a look around but i can't find the gun.

i finally find it, i'm having some luck.

But damn i'm a ghost and i can't pick it up.



i jump back in my body and i pick up the phone.

i dial nine eleven with a piece of my skull.

There's a bunch of nurses just standing around.

Cuz now i'm in the E.R. and i'm looking back down.



i don't feel nothin' and it's creepin' me out.

So i go in the lobby and just sit on the couch.

There's another kid, half a head and kinda blue.

Haha, that bitch must have shot herself too.



We start to talk and i'm havin' some fun.

She gives me a smile and i know she's the one.

The story's the same and it goes like the most.

Living happily ever after with six kid's ghosts.