Sometimes thoughts and prayers don't cut it

lyrics:
Wake up in the morning
Grab my bags and I’m out the door
Got the AR   
Few hundred rounds of .223’s (What for?)
Got a lesson at the schoolyard
Don’t wanna show up late
Let’s just call it what it is
Little bit of a playdate
  
You may not know my name
But I’m still with u all the same 

Little bit of backstory  
Just in case you wanna know
What it was made a young white kid from the suburbs snap
Let’s go    
 
Daddy left, I was four
Momma drank, ‘came a whore
I was slinging crack and dope
Fucking bitches 
Ha nope! just kidding 
I was living the American dream
Straight from the cover of a Better Homes and Gardens magazine 
Two parents, two kids, two cars, end scene  
 
Well I couldn’t get laid
But I got a good job, got paid 
Saved up a few months
Bought myself a little toy for all you cunts  
It’s show and tell bitch 
Get a load of this switch 
See I always had an itch
To put a bullet through your heads
And watch your bodies on the floor while you twitch    

You may not know my name
But I’m still with u all the same 
You may not know my name
But I’m still with u all the same

seBBie