Beat the brakes off of the beat, stalkin' a lead

Hand on the gun, head on the seat, and blood on my feet

Red running into my eyes, but still as calm as can be

Like a predator, feelin' elite, ready to unleash on my feast

Grapple out onto the grass, knee him into a tree

Energy infinite now, I'm like can this be a dream?

He bleedin' now, and his face is a book I can read

Having second thoughts praying to Jesus, pleading please

I project all my griefs and confess all my deeds

Cold dinner probably waitin' for him, but what about me?

I'm his salad, I'm his pasta, I'm his ramen and beef

A born sinner I can see it, but it's either me or this G

Pull it out of my pocket and watch it, a dangerous treat

Point it at him, and pierce him with with one last gleam

In that split second, his fate he conceds

The two final sounds that day: a release and a scream