Til Death

I got sunglasses welded on my face My mom-in-law would tell me off a terrible disgrace Well she can't anymore, at least for the dead it's hard to do Now I'm the new guy in town and I'm heading just for you My black gear soaked with blood, now your death is due Don't try to say a word; my gun is the only one to do With pleasure I inhale the smoke while you start to croak Last let me tell you some: Get out my way cause here I come I'll be waiting in the dark Patient - for you to arrive I'll be waiting in the dark Stashing away my bloodthirsty knife Don't try to run don't try to hide I will follow you 'til death tonight Don't try to run don't try to hide I will follow you until you die Get out my way here I come