Psycho Realm - Art of Execution lyrics

[Verse 1: Sick Jacken] Lets start this with scandalous war criminals Who act heartless, parade in harmfest Don't let arms rest and dwell in darkness Our search accomplished finding fugitives who're in Hiding Crime abiding, ridingthe storm Spilling blood people dying The innocent recive evil sent lead, die in bewilderment Evidence on puzzled faces leave traces of k**er's Scent Why'd you k**'em for? They weren't part of any war, now they're scarred You can run but oyu can't hide from bounty squads Murder dogs at execution point wait with blood lust Sound unjust but you will be targeted when the guns Bust [Hook: Big Duke] Look out, bullets are going to fly like rain And anybody taht's meant to die will get slain Trained ourselves to k** ignore pain And now were spraying these bullets holes in your frame Execution style murdering is entering In your town like wild wind Coming in murder bells are ringing And our souls are full of sin And singing about execution [Verse 2: Big Duke] The art of making your body fall apart Is brought to a start instruction of god The enemy is tied to poles and then shot Courtesy of the bullet-bring murder squad Leaders on the opposite side of us lie Get set up execution-style and then die Looking at the grey of the sky The eyes of victim are full of surprise and ask why? Why you want fill us with holes and k** those That wrote out justice for the people f** that, the govering old man is cold And responsible for the souls that got stole [Verse 3: Sick Jacken] Tie 'em, to a pole release their soul Cover their eyes they se no more Blind to the fate they're headed for Feeling the pain from bullet holes A waiting execution, fusion of the bullet-flesh union Leaving your numb, few guns is all it takes For you to die at the stake, break you some Of fed proper pop a gun you're ammo stopper Rock a felon with body droppers nobody stop us Coppers stand by and observe the nerve of post-war Operas We walk the crooked path Payback wrath with a trigger blast Last laugh but the aftermath, we murder too Now we wear the k**er's mask [Hook: Big Duke] Look out, bullets are going to fly like rain And anybody that's meant to die will get slain Trained ourselves to k** ignore pain And now were spraying these bullets holes in your frame Execution style murdering is entering In your town like wild wind Coming in murder bells are ringing And our souls are full of sin And singing about execution