This is a song about "Point blank shooting party"

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

Let's pretend he never picked up, left the pages blank,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Hayden pulls out a gun and shoots himself point blank in the head

Now of days people will be shooting,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

I got the right to be cocky

Makes for a hell of party