Call a military transport
'cause you gon' need protection from the
Man that cut your lifespan short
Pipe bomb with a short fuse
You're right I extort crews
Your eye an inch away - from
The tip of this corkscrew (take that)
I'mma boss who's - also an enforcer
Dump your urn in the toilet (yes)
Of course I'll double-clutch the burners
I might spill your ketchup or
Suffocate you with mustard gas
A shark when you feel me 'neath fisheye lens
Scare your bitch-ass like the
Pull a home invasion with
A Homer Simpson mask yeah
Too many niggas wanna be us but can't be
Blue fitted, blue J's, Jim Clancy
Plan's skeet, a modern day Meyer Lansky
Fancy forms of filet for the family
Feast or famine, my flask full of Jack D
And me, pull the act behind the acme
The Stan Lee of syllables, the Army stampede
Ditch the whip, I'm camouflaged in a taxi
Actually the uncanny bastard got bad dreams
I can't see what the future
'bout to grant me you say it's so simple
Hitmen for hire, we got a job to do
Rig the trunk and make the chopper shoot
We turn the fuck off the duck
Flip it back tomorrow then
We millionaires next week
See you in hell (Is anybody killers)
(We train assassin guerrillas)
See you in hell (It's hot all year-round)
(After we pop these rounds)
Ridin' elephant back triumphantly
Oppressors I'm comfortably taking a drone
Blowing horns made of elephant bones
False idols get exposed with irrelevant poems
Nightcrawler teleportin' through walls
Rappers like bathroom stalls
Made shrines of dog tags from
The soldiers I slaughtered
Get the fuck off the beach
The sharks is in the water
Adult swim size ain't fitted
Buffalo Bill, Silencin' Lambs again
I shoulda knew that bitch was your kin
I spawned a devil seed bustin'
Off through the lamb skin
You think that beauty is in Acapulco
I think that beauty is puttin'
The vampire is godless is never seen in photo
My brain move at lightspeed you
(y'all moving in slow motion)
My heart dark you can't see it through Soco
You motherfuckers is overrated
Like Miguel Cotto i never talk to anybody
But y'all only seen it through Toto
Y'all is just equal to nodo
(y'all ain't got the raw) y'all dummies
Funny style you like Didi Mocó
I'm Lucas Matthysse when he gave
I break you motherfuckers up like
Hitmen for hire, we got a job to do
Rig the trunk and make the chopper shoot
We turn the fuck off the duck
Flip it back tomorrow then
We millionaires next week
See you in hell (Is anybody killers)
(We train assassin guerrillas)
See you in hell (It's hot all year-round)
(After we pop these rounds)
Coming for you motherfuckers' heads man!
(We gon' see you in hell)
