Door Gunner

(Intro: Holocaust) One, two (one, two), stranger at the door One, two (one, two) Alcatraz, some kind of maniac A pyromaniac, 'Door Gunner' (Chorus x2: Holocaust) 'Midnight Rambler' Icy night, Jack the Ripper knife handle A 'Purple Rose from Cairo' They hurt your nose, blood, but why though? The 'Killer Moth', a moth that bites you and you fucking die You can't stand to hurt me my gun filthy blaze You can't beg for mercy for none will be saved (Holocaust) I seen the look in some of your eyes you have been wounded Hurting worst of all disappointed, assassin union Perhaps someone betrayed your trust, their blade of rust Or said things that stab like daggers in your fragile heart After dark I spark a glass like sharks Why would a loving God do this, he laughs and remarks Some of you have held the hands of loved ones as they passed From this warped time and space are people gunning the place Unmasked and blast You were with him as he suffered, you heard him gasp for a final breath Perhaps someone's carelessness on road put him there, it wasn't fair You say as you shake your fist towards the sky Couldn't he stop the madness we experience wondering why Perhaps your last visit to the doctor brought the blues of devastating news Procedures and options view were laid out before you like a menu As I continue unwelcome statistics and visions of treatment and suffering dance across your mind Like flames in a fire blind (Chorus x2) (The Professional) The extortionist, Cuckoo the 'Midnight Rambler' It ain't nothing for me to throw an ill verse at you Smash you in your face with a brick It'll do more than stand you Yeah, matter-of-fact, leave you fucking laid out The hypno rhyme Pro, I'm thin to mash out How you gonna be the life of the party, you're passed out I'll raise my fist, the fucking hand of Thanos Crack you over the head with a bottle of Grey Goose I hate you crews, hate to lose Psychotic rhyme addict, yeah, addicted to ill beats Watch me transform and mutate into a new species Come and gaze and behold what I have become And through this transformation Run the next patient, Pro the Leader half pace Stand on stage, fucking disappear and vanish (Chorus x2) (N3utron) We soldiers stomping through the Holocaust graveyard All is lost but a Molotov 'Braveheart' Who came here to save the art and blow you into pieces Slide through the sonar, roam through the creases This infinite sufficient octane when it bottles What the Bermuda Triangle contains to swallow ships So I've fastered and mastered bone crushing rhyme patterns Squeeze your fucking brains, until your eyes splatter Size matters, you know you talking to a grown man Do it with my own hand, Conan Pressure 'til the vein pops A lyricist on the block with a stainless This is not a thought this is dangerous And who's making changes to the playlist without consulting the sensei I'll blast you in the chest and pour salt in your ribcage You might as well be leeches, bitches Sleeping with the sea creatures, bitches