Headshot from Headshot by Royal Hunting Grounds

Headshot – right on the spot
Watching you bleed, watching you rot.
You little fucken bastard, I’ve come for you.
Your mates are next and your missus too.
That dirty, little, fucken slag.
cover her up in a body bag
she thinks she’s fine; she thinks she’s dapper.
To be honest she’s a bloody slapper.

Load up on the shotty,
My sights on you.
Quick stop to the local.
One pint wait no, make it two.

Blow ‘is head off
With a headshot.
Blow ‘is head off
Blow ‘is head off with a… fucken headshot.

There’s no escaping this.
Bobbies surrounding me.
Sirens scream blue and red.
Those Palace fans are dead.
There’s more to terminate.
Wombles come rescue me.
Scrapping in Whitehorse Lane.
Snorting cocaine, drinking champagne.

Look up on the telly,
My sights on you.
You fucken shitty eagle bastard
My mate Haydon’s coming for you.

Blow ‘is head off
With a headshot.
Blow ‘is head off
Blow ‘is head off with a fucken headshot.
Fuck.

• Deathcore
• Groove Metal
• Metal
• beatdown
• hardcore
• Perth