Hey, Bastard! Hey Jerk-Off!
Thieving S.O.B.
Where'd you ever get the notion
That it's O.K. robbing me?
I've no doubt you dream about
The loot you plan to spend
But you had to start
With this fat old fart
Now your life is going to end

Seems you've been to stealing
And dirty dealing
Ever since you were born
Spent your days smoking crack cocaine
And your evenings watching porn
Too many times you've picked 'em
But I'm no victim
And what's mine, I plan to save
Your luck just ran out, Fool
Now I'll put you in your grave

Yo, Maggot! Yo, Lowlife!
Better walk away
'cause I've got an itchy finger
Hopin' you will make my day
I'm no liberal judge you see
Who'll let this bullshit pass
I won't take your crap
I'm about to snap
And I'll perforate your ass

You've learned to fight
But not wrong from right
That's a lesson I plan to teach
No excusin' the path you're choosin'
And grabbing all in reach
With all these bullets whizzin'
You'll wish that prison
Is where you're heading to stay
I got the drop on you
Now I'm blowing you away

(spoken)

You, Dirtbag, you know what crime is?
It's a choice you make, to rip off people
who work their butts off to make a living.
You know what justice is?
It's this gun I'm holding. It's these bullets I'm loading
this morning, the same ones
the coroner is going to pull out of
your corpse this evening.
That's truth, that's death.

(sung)

You see I've been to shopping
For ammunition
To blow you off of your feet
It's my decision that it's my mission
To get your kind off of the street
I've been karate training
And knife skills gaining
My weapons I know quite well
Hey, your days are numbered, Punk
Then I'm sending you to Hell.