INTRO
I don’t want stress management skills
I want an AK-47
I don’t want to negotiate with my abusers
I want an AK-47
I don’t want to apologize to angry customers
I want an AK-47
Because AK spray is the only way!
VERSE 1
You can call me a cosplay revolutionary
You can say I’m no different from a bloody mercenary
You can call me an edgelord visionary
You can call me undesirable and say you’ll never marry
But all I want is justice, a little bit of substance
To go with the speeches of authority’s reaches
Violence is the language of the voiceless
Desperation is the language of the choiceless
CHORUS
AK spray is the only way
To turn every day into Judgment Day
I can play God while you play them like a fiddle
Here’s a rain of bullets to meet you in the middle
VERSE 2
Childhood trauma killed all my potential
And they’re the ones with the nerve to call me mental
Blame me for my own pain, do it for their own gain
And all I’ve got is, “I’m fine” when I’m asked if I’m okay
Nothing like a smoking barrel to loosen their lips
World’s easiest confessions, descend the iceberg tip
Even they know the lake of fire’s a one-way trip
Scan their boarding passes, they’re called bullets in their
asses
CHORUS
AK spray is the only way
To turn every day into Judgment Day
I can play God while you play them like a fiddle
Here’s a rain of bullets to meet you in the middle
BRIDGE
When the senators and reps break all their promises
When the Thin Blue Line takes a million hostages
Logic and reason never permeate their brains
But a flood of bullets will, now clean up all the stains
CHORUS
AK spray is the only way
To turn every day into Judgment Day
I can play God while you play them like a fiddle
Here’s a rain of bullets to meet you in the middle
It’s just a fantasy and my words are only words
It’s my very best defense from being called a jailbird
But only privilege and riches will get the benefit of the
doubt
The womb’s the way in, electric chair’s the way out
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