It's that time of the year where you stalk your prey
Endless victims night to day
Don't forget to get your license
So you can show that legal violence
And no matter how many you'll kill it'll be fun for you
You'll say you feel like this is what you were born to do
The rope to tie them up felt ever so natural
Never let a chance to kill one slip past you
But what happens when that season is year round
How does that make you feel?
How much faster does your heart pound?
Kill the biggest one and you get the best prize
Isn't that how it always was in your eyes
The license you need is gold it's called a badge
It projects your inner killer, sensations become mad
And the game that you're hunting is your natural prey
Any person of color who you feel looks your way