combat

I attack like tactical militia, check the perimeter, booby trap the premises, all I got is a sniper rifle and a pistol with a silenced tip, scope you from hill tops call me jack cuz when I rip that bolt action Jill Sings a deadly song Leave a line of corpses for every crown I drop with one shot, its impossible that I'm this nasty, any beat I write on should be renamed to masochist, consuming instrumentals like the digital era, even in accapela make you see more bars than Mandela cuz I shatter silence with the sound of mad terror, I'm chaotic with no cause the consequence of a mortal learning the tricks of god.