[Verse One] Look Everybody dies, some just need a little help Death is a mercy and Ive enough to go around So when I pull my guns out Dont duck on my account I must just muck around and shoot a smiley face into the fucking ground Trick shot? The trick is not to get shot Mix rock with hiphop on top of a sick drop You dont have the heart for this and you dont know the half of this With half a heart I miss my love so much I cant exist I was never not together with Senna Until Thresh rolled up, and stole her soul forever Fuck Hecarim and Thresh Theyre in a mess with Mordekaiser Relentlessly pursue them and then shoot until Ive torn em right up For a hired gun Taking your life is violent fun Dont try and run Cause I decide when you and I are done Killing the undead Until it is sunset And still Im not done yet Piercing you would be a delight So I use the piercing light My fingers on Q, the Lightslinger, might sting your ears and eyes My bars amaze, my ardent blaze, will leave you bleeding, scarred and grazed The closest I ever get to remorse Feeling regret for Hecarims horse Youre talking the talk, while Im walking the walk So to me Youre just another corpse!
thresh, piercing, lightslinger, hecarims, mordekaiser