On the Hunt

Gimme the fuckin' name of who Designed this game I'm on the Hunt (hunt) Comin' up (I'm comin' up) Talkin' shit (talkin' shit) I've had enough (had enough) Hunt (hunt) Comin' up (I'm comin' up) Talkin' shit (talkin' shit) I've had enough (ha) Grab the three prongs (prongs) Take 'em out our palms (palms) Priest up on the phone While they droppin' bombs, uh Red fuckin' hot, uh Schemin' on these opps Got an automatic for the People at the top that sounds like Like this and like Ha, you fuckin' right Starin' at the man in blue Fumin' like a cigarette He stomps my chest and I Take my last fuckin' Breath Breath Breath Breath Yuh, get a facelift from this Stainless strapped against my Fuckin' leg, yuh God chained in my basement while I problem solve his taste, uh Curses to these fallen angels Scattered through these streets, yuh Snatchin' wings and grabbin' Halos while we fuckin' sleep Yeah, I'm Jason Voorhees risin' From the flames okay I'm back Mask off, hear the screamin' when I walk, uh Tastin' tears and feelin' pain From these R.I.P.'s, yuh Take big pharma by the neck and Stab 'em till they bleed, I'm on the Hunt (hunt) Comin' up (I'm comin' up) Talkin' shit (talkin' shit) I've had enough (had enough)