**[Verse 1]**
Yo, the concrete jungle whispers secrets through the breeze,
Street scriptures scribbled in blood on bankrupt decrees.
A silhouette stalks the night, vengeance in his stride,
*Grip him from the pen*, now the beast steps outside.
Chalk outlines bloom where the wicked meet their fate,
*Double barrel shotty*—*make your chest look like a pizza*,
No gavel here, just ironclad laws we enforce,
*Justice fails? We open our own court*.
**[Chorus]**
*Ready for war*—call the coroner fleet,
Bullet hymns sing where the sinners meet.
Last rites? Nah, we scribe ’em in lead,
*Punishers comin’*, leave your soul under tread.
*Ring the alarm* when his dyin’ breath chokes,
We don’t mourn snakes—just let the smoke cloak.
**[Verse 2]**
The skyline weeps ash, a requiem for the weak,
Truth’s a blade—slice tongues of the snakes when they speak.
Ambush in the alley, *Hail Mary hit ’em up* style,
No saints in this game, just wolves with a file.
Eyes like shivs, cut through the lies and the fraud,
Cash rules, but the streets bow to God’s law,
One wrong move, your legacy’s a ghost in the fog,
Crossed the line? Your name’s etched on a chalkboard log.
**[Chorus]**
*Ready for war*—call the coroner fleet,
Bullet hymns sing where the sinners meet.
Last rites? Nah, we scribe ’em in lead,
*Punishers comin’*, leave your soul under tread.
*Ring the alarm* when his dyin’ breath chokes,
We don’t mourn snakes—just let the smoke cloak.
**[Bridge]**
Ink and agony, the night’s a loaded clip,
Every shadow’s a jury, every heartbeat’s a snitch.
The pavement’s hungry—it chews bones to dust,
Trust? A myth sold to the weak and the crushed.
The reaper rides shotgun, we cruise through the curse,
Blessed by the blade, baptized in the hearse.
**[Verse 3]**
The moon’s a spotlight for the doomed and the brave,
Graves dig faster when the truth’s misbehaved.
*Punishers* march with the thunder’s command,
Leave a crown of shells where the traitors once stand.
The pen bled dry, now the iron does preach,
Sermons of fire for the souls out of reach.
The city’s a chessboard—kings fall in the night,
Checkmate’s a .45 kissed by streetlight.
**[Outro]**
*Yeah… and you dont stop.*
Yeah… and you stop stop.*
Yeah… and you dont stop.*
Yeah… and you dont stop.*
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