Tonight tu go on a murder spree.

It happens every week.

I'm hoping that tu won't kill me.

tu buy weapons and guns.

tu are certainly hooked.

tu go crazy when your victim runs.

Once the bones are torn.

tu cannot turn back.

I hate to say a war is born.

tu may think it's a-thrilling,

To end so many lives.

But tu should not go a-killing.

tu like it when your victims go jumping,

They give out loud hollers.

But you'll soon come to nothing.

Your stopping people from eating,

This trouble needs to stop.

No más talking, no más beating.

I know this will not cease,

It has been a año now,

tu have become a beast.

My friend, my friend.