Your Time Is Up

I know what you did last summer
I've awakened fully out of my slumber
In your mind I'm nothing but a number
Just another brotha you want asunder
When I come for you you'll hear thunder
In the ground you'll be six feet under
Now you know that you've fucked up
I told you awhile ago that I'm no punk
Now you're hit point blank with the pump
You didn't listen; thought I was a chump
Dumb mothafucker, goodbye, your time is up