Greetings from the gutter where the red, red rivers run
I bring you sweet salvation from the barrel of a gun
Is she a virgin or is she a whore?
I don't really give a damn
I'm mr. 44
I'm a bottomless pit
With nothing in it
A void filled with unclean spirits
A hound of hell on a long, long leash
Can you count the number of this beast?
Mr. 44
Every time I pull my trigger
The devil's work is done
Hellfire and damnation from the barrel of a gun
22 disciples of hell knocking at death's door
To each his own, but make mine murder
I'm mr. 44