PAYBAK

By VECT

On Lone Wolf

Released on December 18, 2005

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16. PAYBAK

1:11 on the clock

Hand on wheel of the stolen Caprice, rollin down your street lookin for your block

Old returning rage in layers

With visions of your corpse while I'm bumpin' Slayer

All the shit you talked all the shit you got away with

Your gonna regret oh yeah you gonna pay bitch

Distance won't stop my revenge; knock knock little bitch let me in

I got a score to settle, you think ya know?

You can't stop me ya fucked with the big bad wolf

Isn't over till its over laugh all ya like

I'll be gigglin' when you feel me strike

It's a full moon, I'm in some hunger clouds form a 187 with thunder

I warned you not to test it's too late to talk

Crossеd the line now I'm only out to lay you in chalk

Ain't shit you can speak nor shit you can rеach

I ain't stoppin' till you leak from the shots of this piece

When you bleed with rattling screams it'll feel great & so complete

You said I'd never come your way but all that has changed today

Now you're left no time to pray I'm feeling a rush 'cause I know you're afraid

(Chorus)

It's not over don't forget it

Till it's over your still in it

You are still the unforgiven

Revenge is mine in a matter of time

I'll open your head up like a can of beans

I can't be seen better lock your door

Better grab a gun but it won't prevent

'Cause I'm on my way like the morning sun

This is real you will feel I won't rest till your head is cracked & peeled

I replay what you did & it brews the need

To catch you in a dead end & see you bleed

Why you been having these restless nights?

You know I'm comin' & ya stress with fright

Try to deny it but to yourself lyin', so don't try it

Try to black it out poppin' pills & shit 'cause you can't deal with it

But I'm real with this my steel's in fist, you'll be feeling it

Thought I'd forget? Thought I'd let it slip away? Not till you're in your grave

I'm that motherfucker in your dreams that's been creating the gray

The realness of it's terrifying of dying at my wrath

Bout to cover & slay you & lay you in your house of bricks fast

Black rag on my face, gas poured through your house

You'll wish you never met or knew me now

Will I arrive tomorrow? Will I arrive tonight?

The last thing you'll see is the glow of my eyes