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Stalk my enemy like prey
Stalk my enemy like prey
Stalk my enemy like prey
Stalk my enemy like prey

Victim of breakneck economy I'm breaking free
Last generation technology
Key to everlasting prosperity
Ignorant abusive petrochemical society
The ghetto done swallowed you up
Sleepwalk in the fog chalk it up as a loss
Never get caught or never talk
Government cover-ups, awkward silence
Guns, drug money and racial profiling
Fighting to survive wanna slice of the pie
But too many damn people wanna eat with their eyes
Yo you're just in time, the sky's about to open up
Ain't no escaping No Man's land. You're fucked
And you could die in your sleep overnight from a flesh wound
Or maybe not but you'll be fighting off death soon
I've been stuck inside and locked outside
Been stabbed in the back one time too many
Now I trust nobody

Put in an urn when you're burned up like Freddy's face
Gotta grab my fucking hockey mask and machete blade
I'll be killing this all day every day
Cut your skin off and I wear it call me leather face
I'll cut your fucking skin off
And I'll wear it as a mask when I stitch it to my face
I gotta body in the trunk
I got one in the passenger seat and that's my day

The human animal likes to be in control
And the clean slate rule doesn't even exist no more
Out the cut. Back up against the wall
You don't wanna be a target, think like a warrior
Who's satisfied with the status quo?
Self-critical catch all. It's a fucking jungle
I keep my friends close and my enemies closer
And every one of them's looking like death warmed over
There's a fine line between parasite
And innocent until proven otherwise. Somebody drops a dime
No one is closer to you than yourself
It's too easy blaming everybody else
Viking warrior standing up for the unfortunate
You bite the hand that feeds. That's what you fucking get
And there's a parallel universe you're not even aware of
And it's all man-made bullshit you're scared of

Put in an urn when you're burned up like Freddy's face
Gotta grab my fucking hockey mask and machete blade
I'll be killing this all day every day
Cut your skin off and I wear it call me leather face
I'll cut your fucking skin off
And I'll wear it as a mask when I stitch it to my face
I gotta body in the trunk
I got one in the passenger seat and that's my day

Unnatural chemicals causing medical miracles
The Prince of Darkness influences are unmistakable
Preoccupied with patterns that I see in my skull
When I roll my eyes back into the instraMENTALZ
Yo, this is how we punish it, blow 'em up and pillage 'em
Under my thumb. I'm enthused by the medium
I get so excited that I bite off my tongue
Then I metallic up my lyrics with a prosthetic lung
Sometimes I go Pantera crazy
But that's just how the manufacturer made me
Un-welcomed visitors take no prisoners
An army of mini-me's - all BeastMasteR's
Attacking with razor-sharp grills and appetites
On the drop of a dime, controlled by satellites
Fucking cyborg, mutant, hybrid human predators
Men and women alike - all murders

Put in an urn when you're burned up like Freddy's face
Gotta grab my fucking hockey mask and machete blade
I'll be killing this all day every day
Cut your skin off and I wear it call me leather face
I'll cut your fucking skin off
And I'll wear it as a mask when I stitch it to my face
I gotta body in the trunk
I got one in the passenger seat and that's my day

I'll cut your fucking skin off
And I'll wear it as a mask when I stitch it to my face
I gotta body in the trunk
I got one in the passenger seat and that's my day