Killing snakes that side-wind Tripping on Jakes and drive-bys Walk around high, sniff an entire eighth in five lines Fire nines at you five times I'll rise from the grave seven days after I died and spit flames Spit fireballs, spit volcanoes Spit Molotov's at pop stars and explode bombs under cop cars Arms dealers that I met, I bought nerve gas and laser rifles They CIA, they take they names from the Bible Jesus specialized in chemical weapons and bio-robotics Met him in Cairo, he was chilling with this guy Mohammed Ex-PLO Honcho that went AWOL He sold black market organs at the CIA store They introduced me to they bro Moses Pulled out a eight-ball of that Grade-A shit and froze noses Then they told me bout Ish and Isaac Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the other psychic They was after me, they was asking mad questions Jesus told me he suspects that they were hired by the Russians I always thought that they was cousins Who gives a fuck, fuck them faggots When I see them, I'm a buck them! It's the hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists It's the hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists Blowing up buildings like Tyler Durden My mind's perverted Eight women orgies, these congressmens' wives are dirty Extroverted like wild wild west strippers And death lifts us to higher levels I hire devils to kill other devils The funds expensive, never-ending troubles Shootouts because of my Uncle, forever bubble Bombed the airport, jetted in the cherry-red Porsche Catching head from this whore that I met at the store Jesus had the Lamborghini then that bitch from Tahiti That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip some martini A disturbed past, involved in all types of terrorism I know how to dispense nerve gas through televisions Tera Patrick and Adriana Sage Undercover FBI agents that look great and give fantastic brain Adriana gave me a platinum chain A mercenary in this savage game I skyjacked the plane! It's the hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists It's the hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists Assassins get fazed, thrown in stealth planes Exploding death pays, it's gangsta Y'all fucking faggots know the next phase You'll get your dome X-rayed, kidnap you like Los Pepes The chrome TEC spray, you get pussy, I own sex slaves It's God's will, fuck with me you get shot and killed Chopped into pieces and stuffed in the trunk of a Bonneville Globe-trot, smoke pot, with bitches that so hot They go to the Grammy's wearing a see-through dress with no bra No panties, fuck with me I'll kill your whole family Cyanide, now or later she choking on candy I choreographed the goriest massacres Missouri to Africa, no story is graphic-er! It's the hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists It's the hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits It's real, Swiss bank accounts and terrorists