Today I have got a gun
And Now I'm dressed just like a nun
Thanks for letting me fufill a dream
Watching you beg is such a scream
(you know I've) always wanted to use my crossbow
To kill a john like you driving by real slow

cuz I'm (she's)
just (Miss)
I'm (she's)
just (Miss)
Miss 45

Dirty secrets to show wifey
(when I) drag yr corpse back to shaughnessy
With Blood stains on upholstery
That jag ain't worth shit now see


What will you do?
Yr far too slow
Wa wa wa wa wa wah
I'll follow you / follow you
follow you/ HUNT you/ wherever you go

Corner you
cuz what's fair is fair
Call it payback, re-venge what-ev-ar
Ready now to take a life in my hands
Cuz the po prefer watchin from the stands

Your honour; in my defence
You sound oh so diff-er-ent
When yr not in my hood
cruisin a trick
Drooling while rubbing yr thimble sized prick - But:
Confronting you brings me a smile
Don't remember me? Ah, so now yr senile
I'm suppose to care bout yr esteemed reputation When yr leisure time is spent on so-lic-it-ation
Now if the court would let me turn the table
With exhibit A "my 45" I am able
To eliminate the scum from the earth's face
And now yr honour I REST MY CASE

Lyrics submitted by matilda-v

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