on a mountain with a sniper going for the kill
when the shells enter flesh its a hot thrill;
Laying in the grass with my bipod ready
holding my breath so my hands stay steady;
semi-automatic no time for bolt action
shoots to the head that cause skull fractures;
sense a youth I been a souja trained in the field
dodging bullets is the most efficient skill I wield;
fatigues and boots my attire
assassin for hire
for the right price I can burn down your entire empire
that is my hearts true desire;
in the snow chilling with my high powered rifle
with explosive bullets that can blow up the whole Eiffel
watching the tower as it slowly crumbles
civilians standing by unable to remain humble
their speach stifled all you hear is mumbles;
loaded magazines, Teflon shirts and jeans
don't blame the gun,
I'm a killing machine;
50 caliber rounds weighing tons and pounds
when the king is gone I respectfully accept the crown,
I'm a true souja no limits no bounds;