Malicious intent, that's what he meant
When he placed a f**in price on your head
Plenty of proof to believe in all of the sh** that was said
Licensed to k**
The crowd dispersed like game
Superior sk** took hold
Time to free thy name
Now we lighten the load
Let the ba*tards implode!
Riddled your souls, all full of holes
With no sense of right or sense of wrong
Never remorse, what's the recourse?
Just send em' back to where they belong
Back in the cell
Left to come into his own
Far worse than hell
With all the comforts of home
Shall we lighten the load?
Let the ba*tards implode!