52 Fatal Strikes

Two in the front, two in the back I'm getting jacked, they say they seen a gat I've done nothin', 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 Ouch! Your vision of failure and envy from your kind But I'm not blind I see through your sick mind Sick mind Sick mind Sick mind