These, This and That

Who’s gonna stop my shotgun

Who’s gonna stand my sun

I’m a fortunate son, I’m a hurricane tongue.

I’m invincible like a hammer

Unconquerable such a fighter

I haven’t made that, I’m not a part of tags

Yes I was born to be bad

I’m used to be sad, said my mom and dad

No I am not what you really need

I’m just the monster you feed

Don’t care about you, Well I don’t even listen to

So take up your fears and move up and around

Yeah, It’s time to you hit the ground,

That’s for me is a sweet sound

I got my shotgun, I got my head in the clouds

I got my own sun, I got you naive clown

I got these, this and that, baby you act like an ass