ISRAEL // Red sweater beat

Sun sinks into the evergreens/
Moonlight illuminates my face inhaling nicotine/
Chase it with the last couple drops from my canteen/
Soak a rag in kerosene/
Hunting party's waving lit torches/
Growing up in the forest /made a savage out of man/
so I creep into her den/
slash her throat and steal her babies/ you'll remember me for this/
praised in the mouths of Connecticut farmers/
fawned over by every single one of their daughters/
But I'm not even messing with em/
I'm only interested/ in a ride or die type chick/
Some Bonnie Clyde type shit/
A girl more forceful than a 30/06
Who carries more weight than two tons of red bricks/
A woman who'll hold my weapon/
But fire back real quick/
More bite than citric/
And for her I fashioned a cloak/
from the pelt from that wolf/
Cause my baby only wears furs/
And she says the bloodier the better/
I don't know nobody fresher/
And she thinks I look best with bullet holes in my sweater/

Four snares playing paradidles and murderous rhythms/ when we ride/
Live free or die/
Forget a piece we're out to take the entire pie/
Crush your allies/
Self aggrandize/
Whatever/
Saying "never better"/
While pigs raid my cellar/
And my neighbors wonder why I'm grabbing for irons like I am Tiger Woods/
Come here and take this land
Man I wish a tiger would/
Militia run through and torch ya whole tiger hood/

That rip through the thick dark cloud/
Gunpowder/
Black as my heart/
Black as these murderous thoughts/
That creep though the dark/
And solidify as my rifle barks/
Setting fire to the Union Jack/
Taking cracks at lobster backs/
Quick to duck/
Hit the deck/
Shots spraying over head/
Shrapnel hit their target/
Make a martyr/
leave a soldier dead/
Caught one in the jugular/
Lead rip though ya neck/

(Pulled out my beretta)

And at point blank range that shot will spin you around/ dick/
shoulder full of pellets as you fall the ground/ pick/
up another weapon loaded rifles abound/
Lobbing shots off as shots rock/
And rip through your crew/
Troop Cut down in twos/
With blood splatter and brain matter on the heel of your boots/
I can deal death with my saber too/
Savage as a saber tooth/
I turned your British brothers to bodies my crew is gonna loot/

Yea/

First Thirteen over everything/
I'll split the spleen of any man that comes between/
My native country thee/
Land of the noble free/
Whose name I love/
Celebrate with rum/
And a fat Cuban/
Out here I'm a legend like Rick Rubin/
Young Americans and no one thought we could do it/
So bring your empires like mountains we're here to move em/



I ain't sure if God's by my side/
But I know that Britain wants me either dead or alive/
And I have a feeling hell will have me if God's good graces I defy/
Baby's letters and clenched rosaries while I ride/
And regardless in spite of all this I'm not dying tonight/

And I'll be damned if I let any King take that from me/
Take the stillness out back and put it on it's shaking knees/
Put a bullet in my head if in this land I won't be free/
Leave the bowing to the saints I'll go die on my feet/