I'Ll Run Through You Goliath

Even though you look tough, Evenings may all be rough. Your hands possesses danger, Your eyes full of anger. I come to you with one aim in mind, TO DEFEAT YOU! Two things on my hand, The power of Thee will serve as my riffle, This stone as my eight inch bullet. It will go through you, put you six or rather eight fit under ground. my brothers will chant, so many you have killed I can't even count. Israel will rumble, victory, victory, victory! They shall turn on their graves as i: aim towards your thrown, stand on top of fear's head. am clearly not scared to blow your head off. Thus this situation will be worst off. That moment when I chop your head off! GOLIATH I'LL RUN THROUGH YOU