Did ya really think, I'd just forgive and forget…no
After catching you with her…your blood should run cold…so cold
you…you two timing, cheap lying, wannabe
you're a fool…if you thought that I'd just let this go
GUN TO YOUR HEAD, HEAD, TO YOUR HEAD
Did ya really just say, she didn't mean anything…oh
I'll remember those words, when I come for your soul…your soul
You know that you…you dug your own grave…now lie in it
you're so cruel…but revenge is a dish best served cold
GUN TO YOUR HEAD, HEAD, TO YOUR HEAD…OH
EXECUTIONER STYLE, AND THERE WON'T BE NO TRIAL
DON'TCHA KNOW THAT YOU'RE BETTER OFF DEAD
Better sleep with one eye open tonight
GUN TO YOUR HEAD, HEAD, TO YOUR HEAD…OH
EXECUTIONER STYLE, AND THERE WON'T BE NO TRIAL