Ms .45 Baker Ya Maker

[Intro]
Are you planning on going with someone?
Would you like to go with me?
[?]
What's her secret?
What is she hidng?
Where is she going?

[Verse]
Think it's time to smell them dead roses
The world ain't pretty and she knows it
Cold shoulder everyday they took advantage, left her hopeless
Feel the hate growing, the silent rage but never shows it
But soon that .45, that .45, don't let them know it
Quiet with the stare, pale skin, dark hair
In those eyes see the trouble, so much pain in the glare
Don't you worry, don't you worry, soon you'll make em all scurry
With the flurry hail, fury lady death is coming early
Point it at the mirror, practice makes it all clearer
Hold that finger on the trigger as revange is getting nearer
Sweet, red lipstick, turns her so sadistic
Kissing every bullet as she loads it in the clip
Retribution on the tip, one for every scar that's left
Coming for some payback, it's the maiden with a strap
Hell have the fury like a woman's scorn
Feel the wrath from the flash, she's the last that you'll harm