Contractor

Chopping lines in international sand feeding blood junkie habits of the elephant man
Quench his thirst with Black Water rising executive outcomes on a burning horizon
Motherfucker, let's take a ride we're rolling route Irish, someone has got to die
Trick or treat, it's IEDs so roll the dice as we leave cause it's near 8 miles 
Of pure luck with more bang for Sam's buck
Guaran-fucking-teed, someone will bleed

Privatize to conceal all the lies big business is booming like its the 4th of July
No need for all the formalities jump the kangaroo courts and plant the lynching trees
Motherfucker, let's take a ride running red lights in a green zone someone has got to die
Hidden Aegis, nothing here to see so load the dice 
For me please and let's snort the bottom line crude cashed into refined
Guaran-fucking-teed, just sign the deed someone will bleed

Someone has got to die ours is not to reason why ours is but to do if the pay rate's right
Black liquid assets fuck the mujaheddin paint their picket fences red with the American dream
Lay the hammer hammer down, get the job done right jacked up and clocked in into a fire fight
Covert reactions and you never saw me a glass parking lot in the American dream they all die