Two in the front
Two in the back
I'm getting jacked
They say they seen a gat
I've done nothing
I just exist
But you win
I know you wanna kill me

Put to death
Just like that
Justified
That's what you're thinking

All this violence
Trapped inside your twisted mind
Grinning, laughing
As you try to whip my kind out

Your vision of failure and envy from your kind
But I'm not blind
I see through your sick mind
Sick mind