| 歌曲 | Assassination Of A Pop Star |
| 歌手 | Stuck Mojo |
| 专辑 | Rising |
| 作曲 : Bonz, Ward | |
| Circling a face a favorite fanzine talking shit as | |
| I load the magazines. .30-.30 is oiled and ready blunted so you know the nervers are steady. | |
| Got a backstage pass all access packin' a gat where it's strapped you can't guess. | |
| Slippin' a mickey to the crew and security aiming the red dot at the targets nine spot. | |
| I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain't fair! | |
| I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke. | |
| The situation ain't fair, | |
| I got you in my cross hairs! | |
| You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click. | |
| City to city | |
| I'm stalking you but you think | |
| I'm following the group. | |
| I'm a groupie that you can trust as | |
| I mount C-4 under the bus. | |
| Cianide in your rider fruit snuck the blow gun darts by the black suits. | |
| Booby trapped the stage. | |
| The crowd will be dazed when you go | |
| POP in a big ole blaze! | |
| I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain't fair! | |
| I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke. | |
| The situation ain't fair, | |
| I got you in my cross hairs! | |
| You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click. | |
| Oh shit, I've been shot, | |
| I'm about to go into shock. | |
| Yo, tell me what | |
| I am supposed to do, | |
| When I sold my soul | |
| I thought | |
| I paid my dues. | |
| Yo, listen, | |
| I don't want to die. | |
| How much to live this time? | |
| Out the barrel in my mouth, no | |
| I won't. No. | |
| No, Please | |
| Please Don't!!!!!!! | |
| I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain't fair! | |
| I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke. | |
| The situation ain't fair, | |
| I got you in my cross hairs! | |
| You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click. |
| zuò qǔ : Bonz, Ward | |
| Circling a face a favorite fanzine talking shit as | |
| I load the magazines. . 30. 30 is oiled and ready blunted so you know the nervers are steady. | |
| Got a backstage pass all access packin' a gat where it' s strapped you can' t guess. | |
| Slippin' a mickey to the crew and security aiming the red dot at the targets nine spot. | |
| I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain' t fair! | |
| I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke. | |
| The situation ain' t fair, | |
| I got you in my cross hairs! | |
| You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click. | |
| City to city | |
| I' m stalking you but you think | |
| I' m following the group. | |
| I' m a groupie that you can trust as | |
| I mount C4 under the bus. | |
| Cianide in your rider fruit snuck the blow gun darts by the black suits. | |
| Booby trapped the stage. | |
| The crowd will be dazed when you go | |
| POP in a big ole blaze! | |
| I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain' t fair! | |
| I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke. | |
| The situation ain' t fair, | |
| I got you in my cross hairs! | |
| You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click. | |
| Oh shit, I' ve been shot, | |
| I' m about to go into shock. | |
| Yo, tell me what | |
| I am supposed to do, | |
| When I sold my soul | |
| I thought | |
| I paid my dues. | |
| Yo, listen, | |
| I don' t want to die. | |
| How much to live this time? | |
| Out the barrel in my mouth, no | |
| I won' t. No. | |
| No, Please | |
| Please Don' t!!!!!!! | |
| I got you in my cross hairs, the situation ain' t fair! | |
| I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it was a joke. | |
| The situation ain' t fair, | |
| I got you in my cross hairs! | |
| You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes click. |