[INTRO – sub-bass drop, tank-tread thunder guitars, .50 cal BMG repeatedly cracks]
City’s a burning graveyard.
Traitors called in everything—mercs, feds, foreign guns.
Doesn’t matter.
I [BLEEP] the sky with stolen rockets.
Armored trucks flip and roast.
Helos spin down carving concrete.
Their “elite” hit dirt as red mist.
I drag the commander out by his guts.
Rip the flag patch off his chest.
Shove steel under his chin.
Paint the street with his betrayal.
No mercy for the sellouts.
From street scum to penthouse suits—same meat.
They flood blocks with drones and desperation.
I answer with napalm hearts and buckshot justice.
Blocks vanish in fireballs.
Gutters run red-white-blue with traitor blood.
Hit their command bunker.
C4 blows the doors.
Boardrooms turn abattoirs.
Politicians, Lobbyists, CEO's, dirty badges—
all drop screaming and drowning in their own blood!
Final kingpin hides in glass tower, chopper waiting.
I ride up soaked in their empire’s blood.
Grab him by the throat.
“You built this cancer on American soil.”
Hurl him through glass.
Watch him fall forty stories into the flames he bought.
Chopper explodes—hellfire Fourth of July.
City goes black.
Power dies.
Silence except crackling ruin.
I stand on the rubble.
Skull glowing hot.
Boots crushing bone.
This war ends with me.
Reload.
Move.
Hunt.
American lead & steel.
American rage!
I [BLEEP]ing cleanse it—
traitor by traitor—
until justice is the only thing left standing.
[OUTRO – grinding death-riff, lone shots, flames]
Fire burns.
Hunter never sleeps.
American Rage all the way!