Halt Who Goes There
Halt who goes there, friend or troll
We’re here to enforce our gun control
Only we on the far far right
Possess the wisdom to wield such might
GQ and Time are the only magazines
Citizens should own and you know what that means
It means you’re a target it means you’re a slave
One bad cops decision from being sent to your grave
When people have guns they turn into commies
While people without just turn in their mommies
And that’s how we like it with us in control
Jaywalking might get you tossed in a hole
Seventeen dead by a madman alone
But we killed 100 last week with one drone
The rulers would rule us exploiting our fears
Don’t believe those crying crocodile tears
joey racano