Wade Wilson Can't Die

Loco to the bone, chillin' at home, all alone
There go the ring of the phone
I pick it up slow
Just when I thought "this'll hit"
In I'm ready to go
Throw on my black and my red
I'm broke as fuck
But that could all change with
A little bit of luck
Ya'll crying motherfuckers ain't shit
Talk shit
When I scream in your face "get buck"
Bitches pretending they don't really see me
Till they saw my face up on the T-V
Kill a bad man, kill a better man
Don't mean a thang
As long as the gun of the reaper
Put a bullet straight through my brain
Watch me regenerate, only I'm twice as insane
I'm coming for your wife and I'll grab a
Burrito as soon as I get paid

Mask on
With a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats
But I don't even need 'em) mask on
With a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats
But I don't even need 'em) mask on
With a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats
But I don't even need 'em) mask on
With a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats
But I don't even need 'em)