You're twenty three and dead, that promise made will be kept Our word is stern, step up here, you will learn We'll see you soon mother fucker, we got plans for you And it ain't just that it's the business end of a baseball bat You ain't got away, you just made it through another day And you ain't got a right to live Took a boy from his brothers, a dad from his kid A coward's way out Punk with a gun Took a life Now you run You ain't got away We ain't far behind There was a promise made Now it's your time Bringing your Hell, brought it down around yourself Revenge now mine, not a question of if, it's just time Will feel no remorse, holding bullets and pain for you, they're yours Searching far and wide, even if you're caught we're on the inside This is your end on a promise we made to a friend But maybe you should live and feel the pain that you gave The pain that I'll give