[Intro]
Came back just to kill and commit war crimes
Fuckers try to cut me, they don't know my ties
I don't wanna battle, wanna bleed of him of his life
If you step on my toes, I'll gut you with my knife
Oh these fuckers obsessed, oh these fuckers obsessed
They want all of my blood and won't settle for less
Rip his heart through his chest, rip his heart through his che—

[Chorus]
Blood on your hands, ten bullets to your face
Fuck you and your friends, I‘ma leave ‘em all to rest
Stomp out his head and treat him like a pest
I‘ma take twenty bullets, then cave out his chest

[Verse]
Any—any—any—any—anyone's villainous
Bring 'em down to my level, it's bringing down to the devil
Ever surrounded by gentle ass motherfuckers are duckin‘
Just to get hit by the dozen, growin‘ up hated by others
I never needed what wasn't already cut up unloved
And I'm just a shell with a spirit
Always been cussin‘ and fearing that I'm the reason I'm bleeding
Always been fucked up believing that I could see more in people
Now I'm just stuck with these problems, with no one else that can solve 'em
And if you see me still coughin‘, its ‘cause I been in withdrawal
Since all of these thoughts in my consciousness
Are getting tangled by offerings that been made by the devil
Somebody get me a shovel, I‘m tryna bury my struggle
In twenty tons worth of gravel (What?)
Twenty ties to unravel, I'm turning life to a battle
I'll fucking step on your neck, if it can get me a paddle (Agh)
And make it back to a fragile castle, ruled by a broken master
I‘m coping with rope and laughter, I‘m hoping for more disaster (Agh)
Blood, do it all for the blood, do it all for the pain
I‘m offing my love, I'm going insane, I‘m going insane
[Bridge]
I was trained just to kill
I was trained just to die
I was trained not to feel
I was trained not to cry
I was trained just to kill (Ayy)
I was trained just to die (Yeah)
I was trained not to feel (Ayy)
I was trained not to cry (Yeah)
I was trained just to kill (Ayy)
I was trained just to die (Yeah)
I was trained not to feel (Ayy)
I was trained not to cry (Yeah)

[Chorus]
B-B-B-B-Blood on your hands, ten bullets to your face
Fuck you and your friends, I‘ma leave ‘em all to rest
Stomp out his head and treat him like a pest
I‘ma take twenty bullets, then cave out his chest

[Outro]
(Cave out his chest—cave out his chest)
(Cave out his chest—cave out his chest)
(Cave out his chest—cave out his chest)
(Cave out his chest—cave out his chest)