"You ready to uh, go on a, on a, on a contract?" "If the price is right. I'll talk to anybody." "Yeah?" "Sure." "And you mean to tell me that your way is nice and clean, and nothing fucking shows up?" "No it may show my friend, but it's quiet, it's not messy, it's not as noisy, it's not uh... You know?" "Yeah but 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." Yeah, yeah, son sloppy offa 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, his face ain't even purple yet Take him to the fire pit and watch how much burn he get Trash-compact the body and compress 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, 'cause I'm very into bombs They lopin' around like this was his own fault Polite before I kill I greet you a Bonjour Why would I respond to someone who type soft? My hitters waiting for you, they turning your lights off! "Dismembering bodies, did that turn your stomach?" "I remember having pizza one day, 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. All you get is little... All over me I'd have these little pieces of meat... Now that's a pain in a neck." Yo, while you wonder whether or not I exist I'mma spray you in the eyes with a cyanide mist It kinda smell like lime piff, you be lying stiff Long time before them nines click I rob banks with a Macbook My uncle taught me age thirteen, how the crack cook Ha! That was my Brooklyn Bar Mitzvah Where I grew up everybody popped pistols Hide the nickel-plated Zippo with crack Underneath the park bench in the potato chip bag March of the S.O.D. brutaler than Anthrax Shooters in dad-caps, troopers in gas masks Killing's my business like Megadeth Kill you with a couple of lines like a Frazetta sketch I spit raps that resemble death Septagram, a fish tank full of severed heads "Murderer?" "Yes." "Drug dealer?" "Yes." "Thug?" "Yes." "Only fucking thing I don't understand, don't you use a fucking piece of iron to get rid of these fucking people, you use this fucking 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." What's in the black Army jacket cause seizures My projects 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 surgeon did to La Toya Cats ploy for the cameras, stretched 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 Nocturno Culto We wrap the body up, in the sunburned Volvo Disembowel these rappers in suits like Chaz Bonos Black Kronos, up in your crib with eighty cholos "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 'cause I was a big baseball player. And, uh, 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."