Wade Wilson Can't Die

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 f***
But that could all change with a little bit of luck
Ya'll crying motherfuck*** 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 fuc*** desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)
Mask on
With a red magnum in your fuc*** desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)
Mask on
With a red magnum in your fuc*** desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)
Mask on
With a red magnum in your fuc*** desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)