The Punisher

[Vents] Yo, yo, yeah I got the napalm jelly for your platoon Smell the kerosene fumes and the molotovs, ready since the womb Smoke getting heavy in the room No joke like second-hand fits found buried in the dunes Put me in your arm, feel the calm when it hits ya Find me in the street making noise, Hare Krishna You get the gist of, feeling I'm stuck Free to choose, but make the right choice or you're fucked Too much is never enough Pharmaceuticals moving like Veniamin peddling stuff A rich man with a permanent frown Got a four-wheel drive and the old prick's never left town Had a heavy let-down when the company called No work but Centrelink cushioned the fall I heard a wise man talking bout saving the poor Give a little then take some more, now get ready for the [Chorus: 2X] Big up, big up, what's the deal? How you feeling? Busting up the jam, bad man, it's the villain I'm Vents number one, competition is none You start up the beef, then consider this done [Vents] I gotta hit 'em with magnum force, sort of like a bad divorce Slamming doors and gambling, your dad in the courts Just lending a hand in the war for your mind and your thoughts Financed by the fines in the courts I'm performing divine intercourse with the marijuana, Belladonna Can't we all just get along? I'm witness to market collapse Armed with the facts and the mask and the gas This is arts and crafts for the mass of the disgruntled And the displaced, Happy Meal shit tastes cancerous Dr. Death got the potion Praying for a quick death all by my lonesome Drowning in the ocean, big city life We driven by the money and a big titty wife So take what you like but when the game stops Put the king and the pawns back in the same box, now [Chorus: 2X] [Vents] Putting holes in your dealer with a box cutter, castrate the cocksucker Take the car keys and ride, you got robbed brother Make a bonehead suffer Give me that Southern Cross back while the molotovs crack Holocaust rap, horrible thoughts I pause to make sense of never being born Living alone, dying alone Trying to phone somebody, anybody, please tell me you home It's the punisher, right in front of ya, don't hear none of ya Like 'em kind of young, he put a nut in her, uh By the time it's a boy, twelve dollars a week So that little bastard could eat Now, bullets be the cure for beef I wonder what's the cause, same shit that powered our fleet, what? Ain't nothing sweet I'ma stay pissed off and talk shit till my heart don't beat, yo [Chorus: 2X]