The Problem with Frank - CZARFACE

The Problem with Frank - CZARFACE

Альбом
The Odd Czar Against Us
Год
2019
Язык
`English`
Длительность
129650

Below is the lyrics of the song The Problem with Frank , artist - CZARFACE with translation

Lyrics " The Problem with Frank "

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The Problem with Frank

CZARFACE

Vigilante, I find comfort in gunfire

Known for making bullets rain like in Empire

Frank Castle, The Punisher, I’m gunning for your head

I’ll pump you full of lead

I’ll leave you fuckers dead

Automatic weps, post-traumatic stress

Family had a tragic death

Domino effect made me a homicidal threat

I mean a promise

Ex-marine, I’m being honest

I don’t beat 'em unconscious

I’m on my haunches using rocket launchers

To say I’m a killer is being modest

I demolish 'em all and to maul them is my calling

I’m hauling bodies off in coffins, often

I slop on your noggin'

Then I’m off and runnin', I mean off and gunnin'

I’m cunnin', I’m praying for a run-in with Nicky Cavella

The most insidious fella, the city’s gritty

I communicate with Chip and leave room for extra clips

To get goons an extra ditch

'Cause I’m comin'

He’s known for using lethal force

He a problem, you know you got a problem

He a problem, you know you got a problem

He a problem, you know you got a problem

Black army gear, yeah, White Skull

Y’all don’t even know the types of guns that I be storin'

In a basement with a swingin' lightbulb

Military trained, I got a killer steady aim

You actin' crazy, but to me it’s quite dull

Don’t forget this is fiction, not real, but a depiction, look

I turn myself into jail to murder you in your cell

Up is down, black is white

That’s another tale

Listen, my mission has been demolition with ammunition

I got a vision of vengeance

I got a penchant for random lies

No repentance

I step aside of the entrance

I memorize all the exits

And rip the tendons from tenants

Of your tenement

I slaughter sleeves with a sinister sentiment

SIG SAUER

Gun shower power

Put an end to petty crime

I put a slug in many spines

I got an arsenal of guns

My .45 that’ll punch blood and breath from your lungs

What a mess you’ve become

I speak with the heater

The bastard son of Gerry Conway and John Romita

I’m The Punisher

He a problem, you know you got a problem

He a problem, you know you got a problem

He a problem, you know you got a problem

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