To the set of a movie rode Alec
Baldwin one fine day
Hardly spoke to any conservatives,
didnt have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business,
no one dared to make a slip
For the actor there among them had a prop iron on
his hip
Prop iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the
Set
He came straight from SNL, making fun of Trump
Bet
He's a libtard gun control freak, came the whisper
from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the prop
iron on his hip
Prop iron on his hip
On the set there worked a DP by the name of
Halyna Hutchins
Alec had a pistol but the camera was all she was
Clutchin'
He was vicious and a killer though he couldn't act
for shit
And he new that his next movie, like a bullet, would
be a hit
Gonna be a hit
Now the actor started talking, made it plain to folks
around
Was a gun-grabbing libtard, wouldn't be too long in
Town
He came here to be a liberal, and make a DP dead
And he said it didn't matter, she had probably voted red
Probably voted red
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to 4chan's
/pol/
But the actor didn't worry as his bank account was
Swole
Donald Trump had made fun of him, Donald Trump
had made a slip
Because now the actor was armed with the prop
iron on his hip
Prop iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly, it was time to shoot
a scene
But that wasnt the only thing to get shot, if you
know what I mean
Folks were watching from the cameras, everybody
held their breath
They knew the cinematographer was about to meet
her death
About to meet her death
There was forty feet between them when they
stopped to do another take
And the swiftness of the actor surely wasnt gay and
Fake
The film had not been loaded 'fore a bullet fairly
Ripped
And the actor's aim was deadly with the prop iron
on his hip
Prop iron on his hip