start me up, give me room to breathe
shitload of tricks hidden up my sleeve
mercenary, bona fide
show me the way then stand aside
i get paid, then someone dies
killing machine looking through my eyes
in the zone now, seeing red
a little bit of satan lives inside my head
strike like lightning
prepare your soul, say a prayer
the shot could come from anywhere
on the hunt, feelin' mean
i won't take you 'til the shot is clean
just for you, i'll use a knife
give you a fighting chance for your life
either way, it ends the same
and as you die, i tell you my name
strike like lightning
oh...send you to hell!!!
