what you drinkin on like jim jones actin insane
flowin like cocaine thru your brain objective becomes main
infiltratin buildings and splittin ur cells like sam fisher
with the night vision in the dark, the silent listener
takin people out behind thier back with the silencers
aint no kindness with the flow its just some violence
verbal murderer slicin u up into pieces like ribbons
i kno theres gonna be some mess so i put my bib on
put the lid on aint no one gonna hear u so dont scream
just try to pretend its a dream even tho its a horrible scene