Wade Wilson Can't Die کے بول

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)