This is a song about "My pistol in his face"

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

In home staring at my face

Thinking of bliss and the good days

And my songs when they reach they official

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

He's got his face in a mask, your blood stains on his glass table

It's a battlejust for tha big money

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

Death in the eyes and took off his mask just to find my face staring back me.

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby