The Problem With Frank Songtext
Vigilante, I find comfort in gunfire
Known for making bullets wane like an 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 I promise
Ex-marine, I'm being honest
Known for making bullets wane like an 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 I promise
Ex-marine, I'm being honest
I don't beat 'em unconscious
I'm on my hunches using rocket launchers
To say I'm a killer is being modest
I demolish 'em all and to maul the mall 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, 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 tandems from tenants
Of your tenement
I store the sleeves with a sinister sentiment
Sick [?]
Gun shower power
Put an end to petty crime
I put a slug in many spines
I got an arsenal of guns
My .45 got a punch, blood imprints from your lungs
What a mess you've become
I speak with the heater
The bastard solitary, calm [?]
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
I'm on my hunches using rocket launchers
To say I'm a killer is being modest
I demolish 'em all and to maul the mall 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, 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 tandems from tenants
Of your tenement
I store the sleeves with a sinister sentiment
Sick [?]
Gun shower power
Put an end to petty crime
I put a slug in many spines
I got an arsenal of guns
My .45 got a punch, blood imprints from your lungs
What a mess you've become
I speak with the heater
The bastard solitary, calm [?]
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
