SIDEWINDER ( Kill Bill Vol. 2 )

By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 [Intro] Some men die in battle. Some men die in myth. Some men die with a million dollars and a snake in the gift. [Verse 1] Budd was Bill’s blood, but never Bill’s crown, Sidewinder sliding where the sun went down. Trained in the temple, blade in the bone, learned Pai Mei silence, then went home alone. Book of Five Rings in a dust-choked room, Sun Tzu in the ashtray, Freud in the gloom. Nietzsche said, “Become,” but the mirror said, “Why?” Jung found his shadow with a shovel and a lie. He was not the dragon, not the man with the flute, not the bride in yellow, not the killer in a suit. He was the brother left behind by the storm, a dead god sweating in a strip-club uniform. [Pre-Chorus] And Bill kept smiling like a father and a knife, gave him a name, then took the rest of his life. The Vipers had venom, but Budd had rust, a warrior reduced to cheap beer and dust. [Chorus] Sidewinder, sidewinder, crawling through the sand, had a Hanzo sword but no sword in his hand. Black mirror, cracked liver, trailer full of sin, you can bury the Bride, but the Bride digs in. Sidewinder, sidewinder, kingdom made of dirt, every old assassin keeps a wound under his shirt. He beat death once, then death came dressed clean— with a suitcase smile and a black mamba queen. [Verse 2] After the chapel, after blood on the floor, after the pregnant silence stopped asking for more, Budd didn’t rise up, didn’t polish the blade, he clocked in at night where the neon decayed. Boss talked down like a boot on his throat, “Take your hat off, Budd, you ain’t no goat.” Once he moved like Baki with a desert-born spine, now he checked IDs beneath a broken sign. Campbell’s hero leaves the world to descend, but Budd found no goddess, no boon at the end. Just a bottle, a boss, and a trailer park moon, and the sound of Bill’s voice leaving too soon. [Pre-Chorus] He said, “That woman deserves her revenge,” like a priest confessing through a chain-link fence. He knew what they did. He knew what it cost. He didn’t beg heaven. He just stayed lost. [Chorus] Sidewinder, sidewinder, crawling through the sand, had a Hanzo sword but no sword in his hand. Black mirror, cracked liver, trailer full of sin, you can bury the Bride, but the Bride digs in. Sidewinder, sidewinder, kingdom made of dirt, every old assassin keeps a wound under his shirt. He beat death once, then death came dressed clean— with a suitcase smile and a black mamba queen. [Bridge] He saw her coming. Didn’t need prophecy. Rock salt thunder from a poor man’s theology. Not a duel. Not honor. Not mythic design. Just survival wearing shame like a spine. Shot the Bride down, put her under the ground, Paula Schultz listened but made no sound. Buried her breathing in the belly of night, but Pai Mei’s fist was a match in the white. That coffin became a womb made of pine, death became training, and wrath became time. Budd thought the chapter was sealed in the clay, but some chosen ones claw their way back to the day. [Verse 3] Then Elle came walking with the money and grin, California venom wearing hospital sin. One million dollars for a sword and a ghost, Budd sold the last thing he respected the most. He opened the case like a man opening fate, too tired for suspicion, too hungry for late. Black mamba curled like karma in cash, one little bite and the empire went ash. Freud called it death drive. Jung called it shade. Miyamoto whispered, “You forgot the blade.” Sun Tzu said, “Know the terrain that you’re in.” But the battlefield was the suitcase, and the snake was within. [Final Chorus] Sidewinder, sidewinder, crawling through the sand, had a Hanzo sword but no sword in his hand. Black mirror, cracked liver, trailer full of sin, you can bury the Bride, but the Bride digs in. Sidewinder, sidewinder, Bill’s forgotten son, lost the war after the war was done. No throne, no choir, no desert machine— just a trailer, a bite, and a black mamba queen. [Outro] Some men die by steel. Some men die by pride. Budd died in the afterlife of the life he tried to hide. Sidewinder sleeping where the vultures sing, a fallen killer with a pawnshop ring. He knew the truth before the venom ran: the Bride was the myth— Budd was just the man.