Fury for 0:52

I'm deliverin' infliction from a distant position

Better hold your piss in, I'm not known for missin'

I'm a lower-class fighter but I strike like a viper

Imma spin you up and hang you like the prey of a spider.

Stop it with the smirkin', you must think I'm jokin'

I'll wipe that smile off with the rifle that I've scoped in

People look at ribs and they think that I'm an oddity

Honestly I'm probably the lowest form of quality

But still though; I'm inescapable like poverty

Sneaking in at night and lightin' fires on your property.

Coming in the front with a copy of your door key.

Avoiding floor-board creaks, masked like Voorhees

Steppin' up the stairs and I'm headed for your bedroom

Finger on the trigger, guarantee that you'll be dead soon

My hammer has a stammer when I'm blastin' up

I was fast on the draw, you weren't fast enough.