Wade Wilson Can't Die

Loco to the bone
Chillin' at home all alone
There go the ring of the phone
I pick it up slow
Just when I thought this'll hit in I'm ready to go
Throw on my black and my red
I'm broke as fuck
But that could all change with a little bit of luck
Ya'll crying motherfuckers ain't shit
Talk shit
When I scream in your face: Get buck
Bitches pretending they don't really see me
Till they saw my face up on the t-v
Kill a bad man
Kill a better man
Don't mean a thang as long as the gun of the reaper
Put a bullet straight through my brain
Watch me regenerate
Only I'm twice as insane
I'm coming for your wife and I'll grab a burrito as soon as I get paid

Mask on
With a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)
Mask on
With a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)
Mask on
With a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)
Mask on
With a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)