Mr. 44

Greetings from the gutter where the red, red rivers run
 I bring you sweet salvation from the barrel of a gun
 Is she a virgin or is she a [bad word] 
 I don't really give a [bad word]  I'm Mr. 44
 I'm a bottomless pit
 With nothing in it
 void filled with unclean spirits
 hound of Hell on a long, long leash
 Can you count the number of this beast?
 Mr. 44
 Every time I pull my trigger
 The Devil's work is done
 Hellfire and damnation from the barrel of a gun
 22 Disciples of Hell knocking at death's door
 To each his own, but make mine murder
 I'm Mr. 44