Shotgun
Maxwell Porter
Jobs gone to shit
Gotta make out quick
I got the loot now
Fuck it's turned to a shootout
Gotta get outta here
Shift into high gear
It's a high speed chase
Flying down the interstate
They'll never take me alive
I'm on the run
Nobody gets out alive
Spraying out my shotgun
Strapped in the front seat
Got the Mossberg with me
And I'm flirting with disaster
FUCK IT, I gotta go faster
Got out of hand
Time to make my last stand
Duck 'round the traffic
FUCK YOU, I've had it
Duck behind metal doors
Bullets flying by my head
Everybody better hit the floor
I'm spraying twelve gauge lead