Gun NYC - Mark of the Beast Mode

I’m being gang stalked
About to get M.I.A.’d
Turn the corner
In the shadows is the C.I.A
I know too much man
I need you to help me out
Cause if they catch me
They’ll send my sorry ass down south
I escaped from John Bowen’s snipers in Mexico
Tartaglione couldn’t choke me out when we went toe-to-toe
I couldn’t sit still in the MK-Ultra throne
And I shot five guys who were ex-Nazi scum
I don’t wanna die
While the blood sucking vampires convince you that I might
They feast off the death and thе despair
That earns a quick buck with a side of warfarе
While the boys and girls at home watch TV
That tells them that demons are securing their safety
And I’m the threat to your survivability
While the shadows are the ones poisoning the air that we breath

I know what I’ve seen with my own two eyes
Men and women who can buy and sell whole lives
Experiment and torture, and farm our minds
For the juices inside that keep me alive
So I’m taking this gun
And going to the store
And everyone who’s following me is going to end up on the floor
Get away from me, I’m hunting
Taking back what’s mine, my love and
Cleaning up the mess and scum and
Agents in the walls I’m coming

I don’t wanna die
While the blood sucking vampires convince you that I might
They feast off the death and the despair
That earns a quick buck with a side of warfare
While the boys and girls at home watch TV
That tells them that demons are securing their safety
And I’m the threat to your survivability
While the shadows are the ones fucking the air that we breath