Flippy-G - Victim

Oh my god that's ugly, why did they put that there
I mean this is not an art gallery, it's a school cafeteria
And why did mom make fish for lunch when she knows that I hate that
I mean I don't make her eat shit she doesn't like, like she does with me every fucking day

Shots fired oh my fucking god
I need to run and hide, hide under a bench
What the fuck is happening, who is shooting at my school
Is this a fucking school shooting, am I gonna die
Where is he coming from, where is he going
Is he gonna come in here and shoot at us
Oh my god I hear his steps
I need to be quiet and don't make a sound
Fucking shit I see his feet
He stopped by my table, please don't see me
Oh my god, I don't want to die
If I die right now i'm never going home
Oh my god don't let that happen
I haven't pissed my pants since kindergarden
Why am I even thinking of this
I sound be thinking happy thoughts if i'm gonna die

Yes he walked away, walked away from my table
But he walked away, walked towards another table
I watched him kill all the people at that table
While I hid like a coward, under my jacket
Then he walked out the room, out to the hall
Leaving a trail of blood and bodies leading out to the hall
Now i'm safe, he walked away
But I still can't move away from my table

Oh my god I need to move, it's now or never
I don't hear any cops, why aren't they coming
Okay Steve, you need to do this
You need to stand up, run out and call the cops
Why can't I move, why can't I stand up
You need to run right now, or he might come back
Okay it's a door right there, it's not that far
I will be okay if I don't make a sound
Fucking shit, the door is locked
Of course it's locked, this is always locked
It really shouldn't be locked
I mean, isn't this supposed to be an emergency exit
Oh my god I hear him coming
Where the fuck should I go, he will see me soon
Fuck I hear he stopped
I don't know where I should go, shots fired

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Flippy-G

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