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
Fire torch ya to ashes
Dump your urn in the toilet (yes)
Of course I'll double-clutch the burners
For sure I buck 'em fast
I might spill your ketchup or
Suffocate you with mustard gas
I'm a G, yeah bitch I is
A shark when you feel me 'neath fisheye lens
Scare your bitch-ass like the
Ghost of Christmas Past
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
Lighters by the pantry
The arson getting antsy
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
I ask why can't it be?

Hitmen for hire, we got a job to do
Heisenberg style
Rig the trunk and make the chopper shoot
We turn the fuck off the duck
Sauce - they just sweet
Flip it back tomorrow then
We millionaires next week

See you in hell (Is anybody killers)
We gon' see you in hell
(We train assassin guerrillas)
See you in hell (It's hot all year-round)
We gon' see you in hell
(After we pop these rounds)

I'm Hannibal
Ridin' elephant back triumphantly
Scored the heads of the
Oppressors I'm comfortably taking a drone
Blowing horns made of elephant bones
False idols get exposed with irrelevant poems
Nightcrawler teleportin' through walls
As I shit on wack
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
Made of human skin
Buffalo Bill, Silencin' Lambs again
That's my bad
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'
Three in your wee adobo
The vampire is godless is never seen in photo
My brain move at lightspeed you
Just seen it in slo-mo
(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
You dealin' with po-po
I've been in Africa
But y'all only seen it through Toto
Vinnie rep perico
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
The beatin' to Soto
I break you motherfuckers up like
We sleepin' with Ono

Hitmen for hire, we got a job to do
Heisenberg style
Rig the trunk and make the chopper shoot
We turn the fuck off the duck
Sauce - they just sweet
Flip it back tomorrow then
We millionaires next week

See you in hell (Is anybody killers)
We gon' see you in hell
(We train assassin guerrillas)
See you in hell (It's hot all year-round)
We gon' see you in hell
(After we pop these rounds)
Coming for you motherfuckers' heads man!
It's over for y'all!

We gon' see you in hell
(We gon' see you in hell)

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): CRAIG PHILLIP LANCIANI, IRA LESTER OSU, MARIO COLLAZO, TODD RYAN NEUBERT, VINCENT LUVINER