Debutante of murder In the first degree Master of the slaughter He's hungry, can't you see Survives by natural instinct Prowler of the night Prone to dangerous contact Ready for a fight He's got that k**er instinct Got that k**er instinct That comes right from the heart Yeah it's the k**er instinct That tears your mind apart Seeks the weak and vile He aids society You can see there's no denial He searches to be free No rest for the wicked His work is never done Where you are, he'll seek you So don't try to run Fights evil with his evil Stops violence with his own But it's always the law Who casts the first stone They all don't understand him Vigilante of the streets And as they all surround him He dies before their feet