WMD

[Verse]
Into mind, soul divine
Seek ya' soul, your ass is mine
Guarded up by Father Time
Drink the blood right off your spine
Longer light, off the Rit'
Through the trees I often write
Seek the light that is right
Murder seems to overwrite
Tango down, hear the sound
Apocalyptic, posted now
Barrel hot from every round
Brass hit the fuckin' ground
Kalashnikov, 47; send your ass to the pits
Bodies piled up in ditches 'cause they can't identify

[Hook]
Petrified, mortified, Kaine leave you mortalized
Left in battlefield alone
Yеah, met more of your lies
Pеtrified, mortified, Kaine leave you mortalized
Left in battlefield alone
Yeah, met more of your lies