Shoot the president, no mercy, no repent,
Loot the president, this chaos is our scent,
Execute the regiment, rise in the malevolent,
Scoot the hesitant, our terror's eminent.
From the depths of hell, with a smile so vile,
Reapers in the hood, death becomes our style,
Compute the evident, reality bends,
We sever the weak, bring the hesitant's end.
Recruit the hesitant, force them to comply,
Or face the blade's edge, no escape, no goodbye,
Shoot the precedent, we set the stage,
For a new world order, unleash the rage.
Shoot the president, no mercy, no repent,
Loot the president, this chaos is our scent,
Execute the regiment, rise in the malevolent,
Scoot the hesitant, our terror's eminent.
