Vile Soul

Sick f*ck Vile Soul Blind eyes and deaf ears I expected as much from The cops and the courts I demand retribution Ive heard all I need Sure enough, bullshit sentence Time served, no repentance I remember their anguish as they read their statements My nausea and anger as you smirked in their faces Shotgun Rhinoplasty Would be letting you off way too easy If the law cannot get the job done Then, I vow that I will I wish to make you feel how they felt Before I usher your soul into hell I'll usher your soul into hell I have been chosen, God has ordained me They said there was a technicality Evidence that was dismissed But I see right through this I was called upon by God To judge these wicked men According to His will I am my Lord's right hand I am my Lord's sick f*ck Vile Soul Blind eyes and deaf ears I cut from the Devil's head I'll usher them all into Hell