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[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