I'm sick I can't fucking take it To you you coward mother fuckers To you you coward mothers fuckers They sell us false prophecies I don't want to be apart of this game anymore Fuck you Come on down mother fucker To see this pistol grip I'm not the pawn no more Fuck everything about this Peace was never an option It never existed I'll just load another round And watch you fucking drip So fuck 12, and the alphabet boys Everyone around thats trying to smash Our fucking voice Murder City Beatdown We're the clean up crew In ain't gonna be me It's gonna be you That knife you put in my back Became useful when it came time To cut my ties with you These bastards must be put to bed Eye for and eye Head for a fucking head No justice no fucking peace