I'll let the nine break the silence,

Get used to hearing them sirens,

Bitches get fed to the lions,

Gone With The Wind like the Mayans,

Not here to make no alliance,

I'm just addicted to violence,

Just here to give you some guidance,

To choke from this noose as it tightens,

Why?

There ain't no killing but won't die,

I have this feeling you won't try,

Make sure you see me with both eyes,

Cause I'm the last thing you see so goodnight.