Screams of prayer rip through the night
With tightened grips locked down for firefights
Nerves are burnt and frayed from blind hate
To kill is a thrill....
Carving out smiles with a seven inch blade
Ride out as heroes we’ve saved the day
Blood for truth, my kills before yours
Now where’s the parade?....
Where’s the parade?!?

Rules of engagement they don’t exist
The convention ain’t so Geneva
Overflowing mags of 5-5-6
It’s gonna be me before you best believe it

Vision tinted green friendly lines are blurry
A solid head shot would solve this in a hurry
My orders to turn this place into a human landfill
I’m a killing machine
Trained for one purpose, strapped with a 16
Stack ‘em up high, get on the winning team
Confusion and chaos wear my patience down
It’s a one way ticket straight into the ground
Your time is now!!

Rules of engagement they don’t exist
The convention ain’t so Geneva
Overflowing mags of 5-5-6
It’s gonna be me before you best believe it
Best believe!!

Snappin’ necks and cashin’ checks
It’s what I do best
Paid to kill whatever moves
Lay you to rest

Most might will win!!
Death fight kill sin!!

Do your best, show your hate
Serve Uncle Sam before it’s too late
Try harder, push forward, destroying all
Big boot stomp little head, now you fall

Do your best, show your hate
Serve Uncle Sam before it’s too late
Try harder, push forward, destroying all
Big boot stomp little head, now you’re DEAD!!

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