My name is Browning
And my motto, simply do what the trigger says
Are you a flick or a gangster?
Well, have a look at my billboard
Aim, aim, aim
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Bang, bang, bang
Bleed, bleed, bleed
If you have neither coin nor green
Straight to your bank, I guarantee
With your Browning in hand
Your finances, well, they'll work out okay, man
Aim, aim, aim
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Bang, bang, bang
Bleed, bleed, bleed
And if your baby decides to fly away
With another bloody loser
You don't need no paper nor pen
Browning will sign your due
Aim, aim, aim
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Kill, kill, kill
Bleed, bleed, bleed
If remorse is sapping your tree
If you're nailed down by repentance
If you don't know what to do with your skin
For two cents, three bullets, Browning'll do you in
Aim, aim, aim
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Bang, bang, bang
Bleed, bleed, bleed
Aim, aim, aim
Shoot, shoot, shoot
Kill, kill, kill
Bleed, bleed, bleed
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