Give me the weapons, I'll finish the jobI do what I have to, to winkilling the weak if they're not on my sideI don't know the meaning of sinunder command if you're paying my priceI'm paying your back with my skilla hit man who deeds out the violence with easeemotionless, customized killTake aim: open fireI've still got drive and I've still got the fucking desireSurvivor of torture disturber of peacefightning for reasons unknownreally don't care if I'm good or I'm badyou pay me and I set the tonelike a cancerous cell infesting your bloodthey still haven't found me a curevictim circumstance, driven by greedbelieve me, my hatred is pureS.O.F., lives to be claimedliving in trenches and barrens untamedS.O.F., treasonous crimesmotives uncertain a sign of the timeskilling machine, evil regime, sinister dream, listen for screams,paying my price, rolling the dice, should've thought twiceyour neck I will sliceTake aim: open fireI've still got the drive and I've still got the fucking desiretake aim: you'll payI've still got the will and i've still got the power to stay