under the gun
like a wolf in sheeps clothing or a snake in the grass ive got six bullets the first could be your last my mind is hazy and when they catch me theyll say im crazy you put me down you brushed me off stepped on pushed and shoved ill show you ive had enough under the gun nowhere to run under the gun nowhere to run my brain is starting to squeek im so tense and tight i cant even speak pissed off someones gotta die,tonight