Andrew - Hard to the core Vet att eftersom jag inte är whoa-elit så kommer inte texten få så mkt kritik..men ni som tänker läsa kan ju säga vad som var bra och vad som bör förbättras =) ---- Hard to the core, heart, and organs, I'm the god of your war The son of a gun, what you think he fathered me for? Hand locked to a sword until I'm disarmed and dropped to the floor I'm impossibly raw, in the back of your mind like the top of your jaw Cockin the four, I'm an absolute vision of violence The decision to fire it, rests restlessly in the grip of tyrant Ready and willing, a god's body with the head of a villian Filled with a cold vision so wicked that the dead would have spilled it If they were able to feel it, but I slaughtered their souls The prodigal foe, there's blood on my hands and my body is cold I'm probably the most viscious, sickest figure, sipping your vomit I don't need oxygen, I'd prosper in the tip of comet I can leap from a pit to a summit, into the pit of your stomach I'm as sick as they come and there's always sickness to come with Anything I'm delievering to make humans bleed I could face you and flee and still break you in threes With a blade's edge aimed dead at your waist and your knees Basically I'm the Matrix on speed even at an eighth of my speed Hatred and greed, lust, envy and pride But I feel empty inside until I empty the nine and my enemies die