[Intro]

But here I am, surrounded by death, arguing philosophy with terrorists. I learned young that killing your enemies felt good. Really good. The bit about my sword -- that "means of justice" stuff? I guess I needed something to keep "the Ripper" in check when I was knee-deep in bodies. Doktor, turn off my pain inhibitors. (Resurrect)

[Chorus]

Res with the lead, got the hot shit comin'

I'ma threat, never fret, I'ma dropkick fuckers

TEC on my left, make you drop dead

I'ma make a killing, I get it, and then I pop bands on 'em

Blade in my pocket, keep a toolie by my waist side

Shame you a copy and I do this just to waste time

I'ma need a milli' in advance, make her do a little dance

Tell her, "Come on over,"; grab her by the waistline

[Verse]

I'm a fuckin' villain, nuts too big, so fuck you, prick

I clutch two grips, then unload, so duck, you bitch

You unimpressed with Resurrect, then you can suck two dicks

And then I'm hackin' up your lungs like all the blunts you hit

It's untrue, bitch

You think that I won't grab a blade, then slash and blame this shit all on my scatterbrain

I'll bash your face, then laugh at every track you make

You're really only half a man, wait, I mean half a lame

I slide on that nigga with hella hittas; deaded triggers

I pull that shit, lead delivered through yo' liver

I'm dead again, best of wishes to you bitches

I said it; extended clips'll push your wigs in

No effort; I'm well-equipped with extra issues

I'll spell it out: extra kids with extra tissues

Irrelevant, send a missile through your spirit

I bet you ain't near a nigga as parasitic, you bitches

[Chorus]

Res with the lead, got the hot shit comin'

I'ma threat, never fret, I'ma dropkick fuckers

TEC on my left, make you drop dead

I'ma make a killing, I get it, and then I pop bands on 'em

Blade in my pocket, keep a toolie by my waist side

Shame you a copy and I do this just to waste time

I'ma need a milli' in advance, make her do a little dance

Tell her, "Come on over,"; grab her by the waistline

Res with the lead, got the hot shit comin'

I'ma threat, never fret, I'ma dropkick fuckers

TEC on my left, make you drop dead

I'ma make a killing, I get it, and then I pop bands on 'em

Blade in my pocket, keep a toolie by my waist side

Shame you a copy and I do this just to waste time

I'ma need a milli' in advance, make her do a little dance

Tell her, "Come on over,"; grab her by the waistline