[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 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—any—anyone's villainous

Bring 'em down to my level, it's bringing down to the devil

Never 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', it's '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 struggles 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, yeah)

I was trained not to cry

[Instrumental Interlude]

[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)