Artist: June Marx Album: Core of Vengeance Song: Rifleman's Creed Typed by: snakeeyes@inbox.com Verse 1: Every night I pray with my rifle, pray for my rival Pray for armageddon, the day of survival Came to harm the bredrin, thats claiming the title Trained to arm the weapon and aim at your idol Flame will spark the second betrayed by disciple Bang your armor shredding your brains and your vital Dames recall the reverend page from the bible Change your form and essence, spray em in a cycle Lames remain spiteful styles Rugged bars that slay Spies hunted from 5 hundred yards away I'm digital camo' you lingerie E am modern day, Vietnam conflict Pearl Harbor bay Fuck the frauds will say, make it all clear Check the armory the arsenal is all near I really fired at a target through a crosshair And its nothing like playing modern warfare Hook X2: Believe they are not in my league It's time that I lead, you liable to bleed Strive to achieve I'ma proceed to enlighten the seed And I'ma write it indeed I'ma recite it like the rifleman's creed Verse 2: Targets hit while you acting grim and talking shit Disregard him quick Let off a clip practicing my marksmanship I cant part with it, i must master it Protect from rust and damages bust accurate Plus attack with it, imma spray correct Adjust attach a tip slay him wit the bayonet Take a moment for disabled vets Trouble awaits which one of these double agent traitors next Plot to take my breath, wipe the handle Wipe the sights and barrel infrared light apparel Decide on ammo, from marxman to sharpshooter, To expert, spark the ruger bronx to fallujah Born ruler, the type that will fight for reign Surgically strike the game, the sniper came Deny the pain, but your life vitals cycle strained Precise with aim, the mic is my rifle range Hook X2 verse 3: The bullets crash like an iron steed, wrath let the lions feed An outcast, the last of a dying breed Rounds blast, and travel death defying speed You clowns ass, in battle get your alliance sieged Your minor league, cant even stand next to me Master the enemy by planning exact trajectory Handling weaponry become an unstoppable force Apply your thoughts, life is an obstacle course Gain my wisdom from a proper source Mission carried with precision i aint missing when im popping off Your block is soft, flashbacks tear my soul apart Forward march though the road is dark cold and harsh You know its marx im drilling shields iron armor My mind is darker, the killing fields divide and conquer The fire starter, your skin is peeled crying horror It's sayonara, at least you can die with honor