Stuck Mojo

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
its strapped you cant 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 aint
fair!
I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it
was a joke.
The situation aint fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes
click.
City to city Im stalking you but you think Im following
the group.
Im 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 aint
fair!
I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it
was a joke.
The situation aint fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes
click.
Oh shit, Ive been shot, Im 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 dont want to die.
How much to live this time?
Out the barrel in my mouth, no I wont.
No.
No, Please Please Dont!!!!!!!
I got you in my cross hairs, the situation aint
fair!
I sent you all warning notes, but to the press it
was a joke.
The situation aint fair, I got you in my cross hairs!
You all make me sick, hold still while the gun goes
click.
[ Assassination Of A Pop Star Lyrics ]