I'm on a fucking mission
Of total exile
Exterminating the vermin
Wearing suits of traitors
All the shells are hollow point
To go through their vest
This isn't my mantra
This is my manifesto
Load the duffel bags
Take to the streets
Their foot on our necks
Means two in the face
Mother fucker
Yo what the fuck is up its hostages throwin rounds
It's that 187 on a mother fucking cop
Ill call it in on your own walkie
Englewood 1837 drop that shit
Fuck every law enforcer
It's just us motherfucker
In a squad car with your "brother"
Good, now die with each other
Stained hands
Bloodshed
Poke holes through your badge
And one in your partner's head
You made an oath to fucking die pig
Every time you suit up
You make it clear who the target is
So whats the real fucking problem
Police my fucking block
No justice for us
No justice for a fucking cop
Drive by at the midnight vigil
Drive by at the midnight vigil
Make sure they have a closed casket funeral
No justice
No peace so I tolt my heat
No justice
No peace so no body eats
No justice
No peace there will be no rest
No life
I keep the pressure on a cops neck
Pressure
Keep the pressure on a cops necks