I’ve got the reach and the teeth of a killin’ machine,
With a need to bleed you when the light goes green,
Best believe, I’m in a zone to be, from my Yin to my Yang to my Yang Tze,
Put a grin on my chin when you come to me,
‘cuz I’ll win, I’m a one-of-a-kind and I’ll bring death,
To the place you’re about to be: another river of blood runnin’ under my feet,
Forged in a fire lit long ago, stand next to me, you’ll never stand alone
I’m last to leave, but the first to go, Lord, make me dead before you make me old;
I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights:
AIM with the hand, SHOOT with the mind, KILL with a heart like arctic ice !