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