Fuck Peace, I'll Make It (Peacemaker)

I’m the motherfuckin’ Peacemaker, bitch,

Mask on, dove strapped, gun cocked with a twitch.

Said I’ll kill for peace, doesn’t matter the cost,

If you’re standin’ in my way, you gettin’ crossed.

Born in blood, raised in lies,

Daddy’s shadow still hauntin’ my eyes.

White Dragon armor, racism in my veins,

But I broke that chain, still inherit the pain.

Got a squad full of freaks, vigilantes and clowns,

But when I roll through, bodies hit the ground.

Bullet after bullet, I ain’t sprayin’ for fame,

I’ll murder every motherfucker in the name of the game.

Fuck your flag, fuck your lies, fuck your throne,

I carve peace in bullets, let the bodies be known.

I don’t beg, I don’t bend, I don’t fake or retreat,

I’m the bastard with the dove leavin’ corpses on the street.

Eeglee ridin’ with me, feathered wings of war,

You think I’m just a clown? Better check the score.

Killed Rick Flag, yeah, I wear that shame,

But blood don’t wash clean when you live in this game.

Amanda Waller playin’ puppet with strings,

I break free, spread death, watch the chaos it brings.

From Corto Maltese to my hometown streets,

I keep a trail of dead fucks lyin’ under my feet.

Piss drunk, metal bands, got my playlist loud,

But my soul’s so hollow I can’t stand in a crowd.

Got a team callin’ family, I don’t trust that shit,

But when the fight comes down, they don’t ever quit.

Fuck your gods, fuck your kings, fuck your fate,

I’ll slaughter every demon just to clean this state.

Peace is a lie, it’s just blood in disguise,

And I’ll paint the whole world red ‘til the last dove flies.

Psychotic? Maybe. Traumatized? Sure.

But I’ll never run from violence, that’s my cure.

Scars on my chest, guilt carved in my spine,

But I’d rather die tryin’ than walk a straight line.

Justice ain’t blind, it’s a bitch with a gun,

I’ll be damned if I stop ‘til the war is won.

So fuck Superman, Batman, and their code of weak,

I’ll kill ‘em all if it means the silence I seek.

Every bullet’s a prayer, every shot’s my hymn,

Peacemaker’s gospel — death sung grim.

So if you see the dove logo, you already dead,

I make peace with violence, I write laws in lead.

From the ashes of my sins, I’ll still stand tall,

Gun smoke in my lungs, blood splattered on the wall.

I ain’t a hero, ain’t a villain, I’m the void you face,

I’m the Peacemaker, bitch — death’s true grace.