Choose Your Side (feat. Bun B)

[Verse 1: Bun B]
 It’s just one man, one mission, and one mind
 With one button, one push, yelling, “One time.”
 With one chance, one target, and one shot
 With one second to pray, that’s all that Bun got
 I’m slightly off-kilter, somewhat tuned out
 And loony-toony, I’m looped up and looned out
 So not being of a sound state of mind
 I’m an example of western civilization’s decline
 I’m a loner, a rebel, samurai solo
 Balls to the wall and bolo out for dolo
 Bad case of tunnel vision, one-track minded
 Blurred by the [bad word] and criminally blinded
 Feeling like a refugee fighting for his dinner
 My life is on the line and the line’s getting thinner
 I know Hell is waiting for me and there’s nowhere to run
 So I just flick the switch and it’s done
 [Chorus: Bun B/Everlast]
 When it’s a suicide you can choose your side
 When it’s a homicide you can choose your side
 When it’s a genocide you can choose your side
 You can choose your side when it’s a suicide
 When it’s a suicide you can choose your side
 When it’s a homicide you can choose your side
 When it’s a genocide you can choose your side
 You can choose your side if you choose to ride
 [Verse 2: Everlast]
 Yo Peter Piper picked peppers, Run rocked rhymes
 Jesus healed lepers, Judas dropped dimes
 Moses split the Red Sea, Mohammed took back Mecca
 And Michael battles Lucifer for who collects ya
 And Hitler killed Jews while Schindler freed ‘em
 And Foreman was the champ until Ali beat him
 Mobutu was a killer and this well-known
 These Bushes keep acting like they’re Corleone
 I’m the curse of Barabbas, I’m original sin
 I’m Reverend Mao Tse Tung, Monk Ho Chi Minh
 I’m in that Brian Jonestown Massacre zone
 little bit of Leonard Cohen to set the perfect tone
 Call me Pope John Paul Wall, got a grill for all y’all
 Jeff Dahmer wilding in the hall with the saws
 fine young cannibal, Hannibal Lecter
 Killing [bad word] like Robert Blake and Phil Spector
 [Chorus]
 [Verse 3: Ill Bill]
 [bad word] peace, war is the outcome found to really be right
 I teach you how to make a shotgun out of PVC pipe
 And make a molotov [bad word] out of equally trite
 Seemingly nice common household products
 My teenage life as a boy soldier was inscribed in the blood of my parents
 Now I kill for approval from my commanders
 Barely remember my baby sister
 Brainwashed to forget by this shady system
 They were murdered in front of my face and I barely miss them
 I’ve lost my soul, I’m numb from war, movies, and drugs
 I’m a machine and they use me as such
 Slaughtering way too many people to count now
 Sniffing the brown brown, mountains of cocaine and gun powder
 This AK-47 is God, these shells are individual angels of death
 Guided by the most high
 Programmed to purify anyone who approach mine’s
 Suicide, homicide, genocide, we all die