Two hundred miles an hour, the speed I maintain
Snipers' bullets pumping through my veins
Not the Day Of The Jackal, you'll still hear the sound
Click-clack of my trigger
'Cause what goes around
Comes back harder, call up the riot starter
Dustin' off an international reporter
Asking how could it be I was a KIA in '79
And still in action?
Nobody knows who's running ya
Smuggled d** outta Colombia
Crackhouse tac-squad put the cuffs on me
I run with CIA, so they set me free
You can count the drug war done
You wanna stop this, you can come and get some
Money to be made, arms for hostages' trades
No democracy, just anti-commie
American money
Peace is a game and a lotta people play it
With knives and guns and I ain't afraid to say it
Keep defending your space and you might
Get a taste of this
Stealth bomber apocalypse
Enough bigots to hate, enough s**ers to play
I think you'd cut off your nose to spite your face
A lotta murder flowing from your hands
Dump the Kalashnikovs for the 61-M