[Hitman]


When darkness be closin in


I·m motivated, with the howlin wind


with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin


Knowin that your end is beginnin


Swift silent and deadly


There·s no defendin my plots, I know your every movement


For six months I watch, coulda gotchu at your baby·s mother·s house


Even at your down-low weed spot


But the backdrop, wasn·t flattering enough


I didn·t want people gathering and stuff [cameras click]


Snapshots of blood splattering from the snuff


Here - puff this here, while I figure which way, to split yo· wig


Right now you as nervous, as a Farmer John pig


As I dig into my tragic bag, take out the HK


Twist on the silencer, insert the thirty-shot mag (WHOOSH)


Bullet stuck to his brain like a mack


Skull in fragments, I leave the cleanup to Dragnet




This is anybody MURDERAHHH


to fuckin everybody MURDERAHHH


Nigga all y·all MURDERAHHH


uh, uh, for real


You·ll fuck around and get killed


This is anybody MURDERAHHH


Motherfuckin everybody MURDERAHHH


Yeah nigga all y·all MURDERAHHH


uh, uh, for real


You·ll fuck around and get kïlled