Call me Mister ArmaLite


I’m a AR-15 assault rifle
I terrorize those that cross my bow
Hands that hold me are not of sound minds
The laws you pass allow this to happen

I’m faster than the speed of sound
You can run but you’ll never hide
When I speak I get your attention
Dead before your lids can blink

I rip the flesh from your bones
Your bones I crush like a hammer
Every shot sheds a tear
Every tear spreads more fear

So when you fear me you make my day
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Before you read my next line
I will have ravaged a few more lives

This is real not April fools
Orlando, Dallas, now Baton Rouge
I’m off to Cleveland see you soon
Call me Mister ArmaLite

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