To the Boys

I'm gonna shoot ya right between the eyes Those 3 people won't testify I'm gonna shoot ya And you're gonna die I'm gonna tell ya, won't tell ya twice You and your sister gonna touch the sky Gonna tell ya But won't tell ya twice I hope you're doing well in your wallet man Hope your hairs nice and slick Hope it's greasy and its thick Get in his pocket and steal his wallet man! Growing hair on the tip of my nose The rest is on edge, time to cut the chord I'm losing hair And everybody knows I raise my hat, raise my hat to the boys Even if we don't see each other no more I raise my hat I raise it to the boys Say goodbye... We're all gonna die! We're all gonna die...