Stuck Mojo - Assassination of a Pop Star lyrics
[Stuck Mojo - Assassination of a Pop Star lyrics]
Circling a face a favorite fanzine talking
Shit as I load the magazines
30-30 is oiled and ready blunted so
You know the nervers are steady
Got a backstage pass all access packin' a
Gat where it's strapped you can't guess
Slippin' a mickey to the
Crew and security aiming
The red dot at the targets nine spot
I got you in my cross hairs
The situation ain't fair!
I sent you all warning notes
But to the press it was a joke
The situation ain't fair
I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick
Hold still while the gun goes click
City to city I'm stalking you but
You think I'm following the group
I'm a groupie that you can trust as
I mount C-4 under the bus
Cianide in your rider fruit snuck the blow
Gun darts by the black suit's
Booby trapped the stage the crowd
Will be dazed when
You go POP in a big ole blaze!
I got you in my cross hairs
The situation ain't fair!
I sent you all warning notes
But to the press it was a joke
The situation ain't fair
I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick
Hold still while the gun goes click
Oh shit, I've been shot
I'm about to go into shock
Yo, tell me what I am supposed to do
When I sold my soul I thought I paid my dues
Yo, listen, I don't want to die
How much to live this time?
Out the barrel in my mouth, no I won't no
No, Please Please Don't!!
I got you in my cross hairs
The situation ain't fair!
I sent you all warning notes
But to the press it was a joke
The situation ain't fair
I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick
Hold still while the gun goes click
Shit as I load the magazines
30-30 is oiled and ready blunted so
You know the nervers are steady
Got a backstage pass all access packin' a
Gat where it's strapped you can't guess
Slippin' a mickey to the
Crew and security aiming
The red dot at the targets nine spot
I got you in my cross hairs
The situation ain't fair!
I sent you all warning notes
But to the press it was a joke
The situation ain't fair
I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick
Hold still while the gun goes click
City to city I'm stalking you but
You think I'm following the group
I'm a groupie that you can trust as
I mount C-4 under the bus
Cianide in your rider fruit snuck the blow
Gun darts by the black suit's
Booby trapped the stage the crowd
Will be dazed when
You go POP in a big ole blaze!
I got you in my cross hairs
The situation ain't fair!
I sent you all warning notes
But to the press it was a joke
The situation ain't fair
I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick
Hold still while the gun goes click
Oh shit, I've been shot
I'm about to go into shock
Yo, tell me what I am supposed to do
When I sold my soul I thought I paid my dues
Yo, listen, I don't want to die
How much to live this time?
Out the barrel in my mouth, no I won't no
No, Please Please Don't!!
I got you in my cross hairs
The situation ain't fair!
I sent you all warning notes
But to the press it was a joke
The situation ain't fair
I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick
Hold still while the gun goes click