Haha you're dead
Fifty bullets in your head
Childhood rhymes
Oh those sweet times
When we used to tease each other

One's red one's white
All the rest is dynamite
Too bad we fall apart
Just before our teen years start
We don't even speak to each other

Haha you're dead
Fifty bullets in your head
I hate you now
It's come to this, I wonder how
We came to disgusting each other

One's red one's blue
All the rest is chicken poo
We torture each other untill we die
'cause we hate each other how can we deny
That we despise each other

Haha you're dead
Fifty bullets in your head
I made you dead
'cause I'd always said
We hated each other
 
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