Confirmed Kills

Cracked ribs, internal bleeding, a fractured thigh
Vision impaired by bones fragments in his eye
Left lung collapsed
Perhaps the excruciating pain in his back is from the bone
He's certain he heard snap
Shoulder dislocated, and the others most likely separated
This poor soul is suffering and should be sedated
Seems like he's light bout like a pint of blood
And he's also succumbing to sepsis from lying outside in the filth and mud
His chances of survival are getting slimmer
His will to live is diminishing from witnessing his family getting dismembered
Due to these harsh crimes, I'm having a hard time
Controlling the urges that are emerging from this dark mind
So peer deep inside the eyes of this lost soul
Void of emotion, it's like staring into a black hole
So while your running around thinking time won't expire
Bear in mind, being hot doesn't mean you can't get set on fire

You can call it what you will
But there's no replacing skill
With my hands or these words, I get the confirmed kill
I'll dispatch my adversaries till I'm sure I've had my fill
With my hands or these words, I'll get the confirmed kill

So you can talk all the trash that you want to
But further, infuriate me is likely what you'll do
And it's true this ain't for the faint of heart
Everybody's gotta play their part
It just so happens you'll be the one getting fed to the sharks
Lying bled in a park somewhere dead in the dark
I can't explain why some species of dog are bred to bark
But for me, I like biting, getting into shit, and fighting
It's like my senses are heightened when my enemies' frightened
So get this straight you can hate but if you initiate
Any gesture I feel would demonstrate an attempt to intimidate
Well then, we can get it cracking, and make it happen
Cause I got no problem with hacking and slashing a cat for capping
Dooming himself for assuming I'm acting
Weeding out some of these lames is exactly what the game has been lacking
And I'm gon do my share, while I have me some fun
Step to the cipher where warfare isn't waged with guns

You can call it what you will
But there's no replacing skill
With my hands or these words, I get the confirmed kill
I'll dispatch my adversaries till I'm sure I've had my fill
With my hands or these words, I'll get the confirmed kill

All I can do is chuckle as I slowly deconstruct you
It puts the lotion on its skin so that it's soft and supple
I'm not the dude with whom you wish to tussle
At 6' 5" 279lb that's more than just a scuffle
That's why they keep toting pistols around
Cause that fucking front that they keep putting up will get their ass beat down
There's really no need for us to be fussing
Cause it's obvious you haven't considered the consequences and repercussions
I'll catch a case for removing their face
Just to give them an example of my distaste for the entire human race
Their soul floating through space without a body
As I arrive to console their grieving widow to tell her I'm sorry
You see, it's clearly beneficial to fear me
In all honesty, it would probably be best if they commit Hara-kiri
I have a lack of compassion
Heart black as an assassin
The pain I inflict on my adversaries is everlasting