- You
Point they were go on a, on a, on a...
On a contract? - If the price is right.
I'll merc anybody - Yeah?
- Sure - And you've been then tell me your way is nice and clean,
And nothing fucking shows up - Sure it may show my friend
But its quiet its not messy, it's not a noisy, it's not a...
You know - Yo, how the fuck do you put it together,
Like you know what I'm saying? - Well there's always a way.
Where there's a will, there's a way my friend [Verse 1:
Vinnie Paz] Yeah, son sloppy of a Percocet Last time I ran up on him
He was like a nervous wreck (nervous wreck) You the type to wear a
Turtleneck I ain't choked him out dog,
He face ain't even purple yet Take him to the fire pit and watch how
Much burn he get Trash-compact the body he compressed him like a
Tourniquet Motherfuckers Jelly like the four tops Bernadette Baptism
Of fire these motherfuckers burn to death Bingmonster got his
Commissary in his palms The God speak like it's commentary on the
Psalms Chopping of his legs and we burying his arms Kaczynski in his
Prime cus im very into bombs They loping around like this was his own
Fault Polite before I kill I greet you a boned jaw Why would I
Respond to someone who type soft My hit is wating for you they
Turning your lights off [Bridge:
Park Dietz and Richard Kuklinski] - Dismembering bodies,
Did that turn your stomach? - I remember having a pizza one day,
Had while we were doing something like that - Pizza in one hand...
Chainsaw in the other? - No...
I didn't like chainsaws.
See, chainsaws are...
Messy.
What you get is little...
All over me I'd have these little pieces of meat,
Now that's a pain in a neck [Verse 2:
Ill Bill] While you wonder whether or not I exist I'mma spray you in
The eyes with a cyanide mist It kinda smell like Lime pith you be
Lyin stiff Long time before them nines click I rob banks
With a Macbook My uncle taught me age 13, how the crack cook Ha!
That was my Brooklyn Bar Mitzvah Where I grew up everbody popped
Pistols Hide the nickelplate is simple with crack
Underneath the parkbench in the potato chip bag March Of The S.
O.
D Brutaler than Anthrax Shooters in dad-caps troopers in gas masks
Kill is my business like Megadeth Kill you with a couple of lines
Like a Frazetta sketch I spit raps that resemble death
Septagram a fish tanks full of servered heads [Bridge -] Murderer?
Yes Drugdealer?
Yes Thug?
Yes [Phone call between Richard Kuklinski and FBI informant] Only
Fucking thing I don't understand,
Don't you use a fucking piece of iron to get rid
Of these fuckin' people, you use this fuckin' uh...
Cyanide?
Why be messy?
You do it nice and calm.
You put that stuff in the mist, you spray it in somebody's face...
And they go to sleep [Verse 3:
Goretex] What's in the black army jacket cause seizures My project
Staying hot at night like upper Egypt Run up on priestess Tel-Aviv
Heaters and beepers Obese like Ralphie May in the scare with street
Sweepers Impaled features,
Sean Penn is the lawyer What we do to your face,
Like what the surgeons did to La Toya Cats ploy for the cameras
Stretch jeans and bandanas Styrofoam over the barrels,
Deserts and sledgehammers Captive of Sin rock a gauntlet like
Hellhammer Heavy metal said you active like Gilda Radner We go to
Warfare caps at your gallbladder I keep the Maccabees close just like
A tour banner Murderfest with nocturnal cult though We wrap the body
Up in the sun burnt Volvo Disembowel these rappers in suits like Chaz
Bono Black chronos up in the crib with eighty cholos [Outro] While he
Was in the middle of conversation I shot him, uh,
Two or three times in the head, I don't know which one,
And I spit on him It was nothing,
It was like I just played a
Baseball game was also big baseball player.
And, uhh, I had a cheeseburger, double cheese,
I can tell you what I had,
Coke and fries He says he actually enjoyed
Murdering one man so much, he wished he could do it again