Middle Finger Machine Gun

Hey quit messing around
What’s the matter can’t you see
That I’m standing over her minding my own business
Then you come over and start talking trash
It makes me sick
You think you’re smart, you’ve got no idea
Who I am, Where I’m from, Where I’ve been, What I’ve done
So say hello to my
Middle Finger Machine Gun

Hey what’s the point of all this?
Understand that I’m a busy man, and I’ve got shit to do
Don’t have time to sit around and listen to your words of non-wisdom
You don’t like my style, my hair, my shoes
I don’t recall, asking you
So take a walk, take a hike, catch a bus, ride a bike
Wait, I’m not done
Middle Finger Machine Gun