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One Shot, Two Shot, Three Shot, Four

Jesus, Mary, shoot me dead!
Will the fly stop circling, around my head?!

Buzz buzz buzz, that's all I hear!
He's ruining everything, that I hold dear!
Good lord I worry, he gets stuck in my ear...

One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
oops, I put holes, in my bedroom door.

How may I get rid, of this god forbidden gnat?
Maybe I'll whack him with a whiffal ball bat!

Bang bang bang, and down goes the dresser,
THIS FLY WILL DIE, before things get any messier.

One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
oops, I put holes, in my bedroom door.

How dare this bug, land on my food saucer!
Now he can taste, the wrath of my flame tosser!

Burn burn burn, and with a puff like a hooka,
I decide to give a shot, of my favorite bazooka.

One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
oops, I put holes, in my bedroom door.

Now I've been through, the thicket and brambles,
as my house now lays, in ruins and shambles.

One shot, two shot, three shot, four,
the fly just flew out, my bedroom door.
Written by 2school2care (Sinchris)
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