ON THE HUNT

Gimme the fuckin' name of who
 Designed this game I'm on the
 Hunt (hunt)
 Comin' up (I'm comin' up)
 Talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
 I've had enough (had enough)
 Hunt (hunt)
 Comin' up (I'm comin' up)
 Talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
 I've had enough (ha)
 Grab the three prongs (prongs)
 Take 'em out our palms (palms)
 Priest up on the phone
 While they droppin' bombs, uh
 Red fuckin' hot, uh
 Schemin' on these opps
 Got an automatic for the
 People at the top that sounds like
 Like this and like
 Ha, you fuckin' right
 Starin' at the man in blue
 Fumin' like a cigarette
 He stomps my chest and I
 Take my last fuckin'
 Breath
 Breath
 Breath
 Breath
 Yuh, get a facelift from this
 Stainless strapped against my
 Fuckin' leg, yuh
 God chained in my basement while
 I problem solve his taste, uh
 Curses to these fallen angels
 Scattered through these streets, yuh
 Snatchin' wings and grabbin'
 Halos while we fuckin' sleep
 Yeah, I'm Jason Voorhees risin'
 From the flames okay I'm back
 Mask off, hear the screamin' when I walk, uh
 Tastin' tears and feelin' pain
 From these R.I.P.'s, yuh
 Take big pharma by the neck and
 Stab 'em till they bleed, I'm on the
 Hunt (hunt)
 Comin' up (I'm comin' up)
 Talkin' shit (talkin' shit)
 I've had enough (had enough)