Testo di Became a Killer

Fatal There is no way he get it Face down No regrets for made it I went mad I said not to try me Fatal The way I shot him I went at him and said nothing Four shoots at his back and he fell alreay dead He know who killed, He knows what he did Became a killer cause I made him dead I faced The felling of the killing I made it His blood painted all the street The fear That pass through my guts Make me Want to kill again