Malicious intent, that's what he meant
When he placed a fuckin price on your head
Plenty of proof to believe in all of the shit that was said

Licensed to kill
The crowd dispersed like game
Superior skill took hold
Time to free thy name
Now we lighten the load
Let the bastards implode!

Riddled your souls, all full of holes
With no sense of right or sense of wrong
Never remorse, what's the recourse?
Just send em' back to where they belong

Back in the cell,
Left to come into his own
Far worse than hell,
With all the comforts of home

Shall we lighten the load?
Let the bastards implode!