My Words Bring Death

[AeroFX]

kick the door off of its hinges, grab a dirty syringe,
and stick it right in you with, such a vengance,
leave you critically injured, until none of its contents left,
usually this aint my style, i leave ligaments dismembered,
but for you, H.I.V transferred over, now your about as straight as a treble cleff,
what you deaf, you so busy crying, i thought you missed what i said,
i'll snap so bad, that my words will turn physical, leave red on the bed,
where you got the knife, and cut your neck, suddenly bloods gushing,
and rushing, you panic so much, that its shock that brings your death,
i'm here now, and cos i could care less, evidence will be there for the inquest,
post mortem, court and all that, it was me your honour, so what...