Some motherfuckin' kid shot me in the neck and broke my stride.
Supersoaker md50 useless for a suicide.
Six suburban faggots cruisin' useless on a joyride.
Soakin' down the passerby laughin' just in time to fly.
I'm waitin' for you on the curb punk bitches gonna die.
Strokin' my .380 for a real fuckin' homicide.
Broken bottle in my hand now I'm sure you'll understand.
Your water pistols can't disguise the symbol of the world's demise.

My eyes are bleedin' 'cuz they're burning.
Now I'm screaming heads are turning.
Only kids just having fun laughing water in the sun.
But mom I'm gonna cut your boy for playin' with a stupid toy.
Fuckin' with a man who has to take a stand.
Against those fake motherfuckin pussies gettin' Dickie as mad as fuck.
Jarheads. My pipe wrench takes the windshield off your fuckin' truck.
Glass in your face. Nose in the dash.
I'm laughin' like a maniac as I watch you crash.


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Supersoaker MD50 song meanings
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