Will Ya?

Let a girl cry it out will ya?
I've a problem that tears are my answer to.
And let a bitch cast it away will ya?
'Cause the anger is about to burst into a volcanic eruption.
Imma be runnin 'round the town causing horrific danger,
Guns in hand,
Knife in boot,
Sword around my waist,
Blood floods the town like a massive river,
But filled with dead bodies.
Chains,
I throw them at people running to knock 'em down.
Pride and hunger for the pissed off looks I'm getting,
My family and friends,
Yes, all my loved ones first to see the terrorist I've become,
Let me at 'em,
Let me at 'em,
I wanna watch them bleed,
Every damn one a friggin traitor,
Mad am I?
No, not at all,
Maybe a little mentally unstable,
But not completely mad.
Burning down the city,
Tree by tree,
House by house,
Every damned thing,
I'll watch them burn!!!!!
Sacrifice my own pets,
Call Satan to come and get 'em,
But instead he might just take me,
And punish the bitch he's seen go psycho on her everything.
But then again,
Satan doesn't exist to the hazel eyes that tend to inflict hatred and pain and violence,
Now let a psycho let it go will ya?