klebold

everybody knows that i'm, the best around they don't even know why, i look like bret hart mixed with dylan klebold, let me wet the propane in my eye, school shooter jacket with the wood grain blade, butterfly strapped in the sock for the prey, waiting and debating for the time and the day, i should unleash every single plan that i made, plan that i made why aim for the head, every kid and teacher that ever picked on me, grip don't squeeze, i don't want to make you bleed, but i know what a scene you have seen when i leave, crime scene when i leave in the woods when i flee, back to the cabin with a smile on me, dig another cellar then i'm ready for the weather, bitch i'm coming down you better remember just what i'm telling, get low when you see me come round, better get down when you hear that sound, pipe bomb blowin' in the loud background, lifes get's snatched 'fore your body hits ground