I Shot Your Faggot Horse Bitch

Hello, hello, yes, it's me again

It's been awhile, I'm not here to amend

I came with a little surprise

I would have loved to see your face

When old Flicka got a slug in his ticker- his ticker- his ticker

You had a point, now I'm beating a dead one

Confessions made with a smile

I shot your faggot horse, bitch

I shot your faggot horse, bitch

I shot your faggot horse, bitch, bitch

I shot your faggot horse, bitch

I shot your faggot horse, bitch

I shot your faggot horse, bitch

Now it's too late and now it's too late

Now it's too late and now it's too late

Remember the pact we made, of course you do

Now I know you're worth intentions to follow through

Did you forget to keep control

Now you have the time (the time), to wonder why

The choice was made and old Trigger, he had to die

Is all this grief taking its toll

(Good)

I shot your faggot horse, bitch (I shot)

I shot your faggot horse, bitch (I shot)

I shot your faggot horse, bitch, bitch (I shot)

I shot your faggot horse, bitch (and now it's too late) (I shot)

I shot your faggot horse, bitch (I shot)

I shot your faggot horse, bitch (and now it's too late) (I shot)

I shot down your fucking horse, bitch (I shot, I shot, I shot, I shot)

I shot down your horse (I shot, I shot)

I shot down your fucking horse, bitch (I shot, I shot, I shot, I shot)

I shot down your horse (I shot, I shot)