Skill of a God

I'm here for war so get your bullet proof vest
I'm armed with dual berettas, I'ma send these bullets through flesh
I'm seeing red homie, lead is getting put through your chest
so come and spar with a spartan, one of the few that is left
you see them bodies burning, you can smell the fumes of the dead
they try to do what I'm doing but I still do it the best
so tell me who wanna step, I'll take this noose to their necks
and I'll lynch 'em high leave 'em hanging in the view of the rest
I'm overdue for respect, I'm known to move like a vet
I will not lose, I've got to prove that I can rule with a pen
I'm breaking through your defense
you now know who is a threat I'm coming through
I'll merk your crew, I'll be removing their heads
like chik-chik, ka-BLAOW

And I got the skill of the gods
strapped with a six gauge, yeah I came to bring the assault
You bring the stitches and gauze, I'll bring the scissors and saws
and we can feed 'em to the dogs and watch 'em rip 'em apart
You can hear the bones breaking as they sink in their jaws
and feel the fear when they start to tear appendages off
I came to win, motherfucker, yeah, whatever the cost
so I'ma do this til death comes and carries me off
like chik-chik, ka-BLAOW