17 minutes past the hour
The motherf*cker waits
Evil look in his f*cking eyes
Like a Wolf lurks by the gates
Eyeing up little children
This f*cker deserves to die
I'll cut this f*ckers throat,
His throat, and bleed the bastard dry
I... don't see... why I
Can't just execute this guy
He's slime; pond life
i killed a whore
Near a liquor store
I killed a whore
Had to even the score
I killed a whore
Territorial war
I killed a whore
Killed a whore
Nearly half-past 12
Out the wood-work junk-heads crawl
f*cking filthy, f*ck-heads
They've got no self-respect at all
Drop their used syringes
In the street and on my path
I'll stick their f*ckin' needles
Up their dirty Junkie ass
These are our streets
We'll take them back
From the mother-f*ckers dealing Crack,
Smash them in the f*ckin'
...face the fact
This is our world
I'm sick and tired
Don't even think
I'm half-way done
With your Punk-ass
You low-life