Come on, boys! She looks so fine like champagne or wine, no one ever gets her Oh, ain't she cool, plays us for fools if we wanna let her Across the room she sees some buffoon blown away by her style She goes out of her way so that she can play and make him beg for a little while. [Chorus:] Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down Shoot 'em down, shoot 'em down Shoot 'em down to the ground Like caviar or a fine foreign car, he's a motivator Dressed to the T's, they're down on their knees, he's master baiter He'll make 'em crawl for the hell of it all, he likes to see 'em cry And then just for fun he'll say she's the one and then he'll make her die He's gonna, [Chorus] They don't care about feelings, they were meant to be stepped on And while one is healing, they go and step on another one Now, these people prey on us every day, some are bad, some badder They think we're fools, so they make their own rules, it only gets us madder Well, they think they're hot, well, I say they're not, they shoot us down for fun If they wanna play, let's make 'em pay, shoot them down with a fuckin' gun. [Chorus]
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