Dead Men Tell No Tales

In the eye of the beholder,
 the soldier begins the war.
 Fore score and seven bullets
 you hit the floor.
 Hit the outdoor,
 the darkness frightens you even more,
 I'm here to enlighten you with the hard-core.
 Bring it raw,
 like the red dead meat up in your plate,
 and I'll fill you up with the energy
 the Hill creates.
 I get sticky
 like the green bag of the bom diggy,
 now I'm fuckin with your head
 and you're realizing its tricky.
 Got you paranoid fellin the void,
 you can't take it,
 or avoid being destroyed freakazoid.
 Toyed with your mind all styles deployed
 you find danger,
 in the stranger eye's the killin comes second nature.
 Your battlefield of the mind is falling
 now who you callin out for help,
 and all your fuckin yellin is to your self.
 Crawlin and beggin for mercy means nothing
 when your bluffin I'm pushin the button
 and straight dumpin on fools frontin.
 (HOOK)
 Warpigs you dig,
 SIG kickin up Mr. Big
 take a sip of wine
 engage in a battle of the mind.
 You're feelin the force
 right from the source,
 ain't no remorse,
 your head is getting fucked
 and I'm skippin the intercourse.
 Behold the white horse
 your taking a loss neighbor,
 got the nina ross,
 don't lean across my fuckin paper.
 Chase a green back gladiator
 terminator, seed germinator
 the greater the risk you fuckin hater.
 Hit you the psychobeta
 clickin the fader slow, with the high low
 servin a blow who got the glow.
 Dead men tell no tales
 you fail to see the reason,
 I'm easin to squeeze the grigger
 go figure its killin season.