In-Church-I-Pray-Not-To.
It-Hurts-My-Spray-Shot-You.
A-Magazine-Empty
My-Fantasy-Left-Me
Lucky-Trigger-Digit
Must-Be-Bigger-Midget
50-Cal Cleared-Ya-Dome
It's Nifty-How ya Feared-The-Flow
NY-Suprise-I-Devise-Demise.
Man enough to cap ya and walk away.
Take it in stride.
Can't-Get-Past the Mass-Flash.
You Met-Blast the Bad-Gat.
Don't Ask that Fast-Capped.
The SilVer Kill Ya and the Matic Black.
At That, you Brag like you Intact.
Counting empty shell casings.
Like you lost Track.