With plan of revenge in mind, from the double cross, a deal of lies
Bloods boiling, we'll set the trap, execution, my order is wrath
Seal the North Side's fate, a bouquet for the funeral
Enlist the killers and Yale, greet him with a shake and death

Die with your hand in a tight grip
Kill, at point blank they shoot
Slay, powder burns your face
Fall, no angels to catch you

Devastated with uncontrolled sobs, outcries in a funeral march
Hunt for the killers begin, incite six years of war
From the Hellions to the rise of power, arrogance will seal your doom
The cabaret adds to your demise, with drink Two Guns is out

Die with your hand in a tight grip
Kill, at point blank they shoot
Slay, powder burns your face
Fall, no angels to catch you