It's just one man, one mission and one mindWith one button, one push, yelling one timeWith one chance, one target and one shotWith one second to pray, that's all that Bun gotI'm slightly off-kilter, somewhat tuned outAnd loony toony, I'm looped up and looned outSo not being of a sound state of mindI'm an example of western civilization's declineI'm a loner, a rebel, samurai soloBalls to the wall and bolo out for doloBad case of tunnel vision, one-track mindedBlurred by the bullshit and criminally blindedFeeling like a refugee fighting for his dinnerMy life is on the line and the line's getting thinnerI know hell is waiting for me and there's nowhere to runSo I just flick the switch and it's doneWhen it's a suicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a homicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a genocide you can choose your sideYou can choose your side when it's a suicideWhen it's a suicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a homicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a genocide you can choose your sideYou can choose your side if you choose to rideYo, Peter Piper picked peppers, Run rocked rhymesJesus healed lepers, Judas dropped dimesMoses split the Red Sea, Mohammed took back MeccaAnd Michael battles Lucifer for who collects yaAnd Hitler killed Jews while Schindler freed 'emAnd Foreman was the champ until Ali beat himMobutu was a killer and this well knownThese Bush's keep acting like they're CorleoneI'm the curse of Rah, I'm original sinI'm Reverend Mao Tse Tung, Moko Ho Chi MinhI'm in that Brian Jonestown Massacre zoneA little bit of Leonard Cohen to set the perfect toneCall me Pope John Paul Wall, got a grill for all y'allJeff Dahmer wilding in the hall with the sawsA fine young cannibal, Hannibal LecterKilling bitches like Robert Blake and Phil SpectorWhen it's a suicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a homicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a genocide you can choose your sideYou can choose your side when it's a suicideWhen it's a suicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a homicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a genocide you can choose your sideYou can choose your side if you choose to rideFuck peace, war is the outcome found to really be rightI teach you how to make a shotgun out of PVC pipeAnd make a Molotov cocktail out of equally triteSeemingly nice, common household productsMy teenage life as a boy soldierWas inscribed in the blood of my parentsNow I kill for approval from my commandersBarely remember my baby sisterBrainwashed to forget by this shady systemThey were murdered in front of my face and I barely miss themI've lost my soul, I'm numb from war, movies and drugsI'm a machine and they use me as suchSlaughtering way too many people to count nowSniffing the brown, brown mountains of cocaine and gun powderThis AK-47 is God, these shells are individual angels of deathGuided by the most high programmedTo purify anyone who approach mine'sSuicide, homicide, genocide, we all dieWhen it's a suicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a homicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a genocide you can choose your sideYou can choose your side when it's a suicideWhen it's a suicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a homicide you can choose your sideWhen it's a genocide you can choose your sideYou can choose your side if you choose to ride
