I'm in the middle of the woods trippin high off dro
On a mercenary mission, I'm a hired gun
Kknown for stalking on my prey and never lettin 'em run
Cept for when I kill a father, then I'm survivin the son
Teach the little fukker how to live and die by the gun
Turn him into a killa and show his eyes how it's done
Teach him weapon balistics and put some drugs in his runts
So he walks around heartless kkillin kkittens for fun, uhh
Up in his eyes the emotions is none
Got a thousand yards standin' only in love with his funds
Black baggy in the heart, devil breath on the tounge
Never seen the sunlight so now his moon is a sun
Got the body of a beast cause he's moving a ton
Highly military trained, dude impressive at runs
My little soldier with the wound-