Chopping lines of international sands Feeding blood-junkie habits of the elephant man Quench his thirst on blackwater rising Executive outcomes on the burning horizon
Yeah, motherfucker lets take a ride We're rolling route irish Someone has got to die Trick or treat It's IEDs So roll the dice as we leave cuz it's Eight miles of pure luck with more bang for sam's buck Guaran-fuckin-teed Someone will bleed Guaran-fuckin-teed Someone will bleed
Privatize to conceal all the lies Big business is booming like it's the fourth of july No need for all the formalities Jump the kangaroo courts and plant the lynching trees
Yeah, motherfucker lets take a ride Running red lights in a green zone Someone has got to die Hidden aegis, nothing here to see So load the dice with me please and lets Snort the bottom line and cash into refined Guaran-fuckin-teed Just sign the deed Guaran-fuckin-teed Someone will bleed
Someone has got to die!
Ours is not to reason why Ours is but to do if the pay-rate's right Black liquid assets fuck the mujaheddin Paint their picket fences red with the American dream
Lay the hammer-hammer down Get the job done right Jacked up and clocked in into a fire fight Covert reactions, yeah ya never saw me A glass parking lot in the American dream Send "Contractor" Ringtone to your Cell