lyrics (verse 1) call me the hitman, the sure shot don't leave a corpse so fuck a autops incineration, my generation's kuklinsky convince me that i ain't grizzlee i mince meat the beats be, nothing but ashes, glasses up that's toast's for the caskets, they flashing there hazards i form funerals, producers find me unsuitable numero uno, over does em with pharmaceuticals black suits, i make murder look beautiful unusual methods, musical lethal injections can't breathe suffocation inception i plant in their mind suicide (verse 2) smile on my face when i'm doing it black and blueing, pyscho madman lunatic looping it, extending the torture scorch ya middle finger the enforcer, what i cough up is a corpse, eat beats cause the slaughter border skitzo with a sawed off, chainsaw the order, executioner flawless calling in the coroner, going in the lab wit a mag gonna black bag the track, cant recognize it a foreigner torment ya,stuff a casket wit tragedy it's like you fucking with my family you know i''m outside your crib about to flip you know that (verse 3) i'll have bodies dropping like the happening bodia infected i guess I caught it from fabolous immune to it, but when other's is catching it they drop catch a fit, spazzing vision blacking it any rapper or track casket it, bastard kids is left widows crying brooklyn baddest spit that murderous, send you flowers we courteous nah we curious just to kill cats, we furious we still wrap instrumentals and bury kids eating good cherry ...
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