Lyrics Hitman 2 - Dan Bull

Hitman 2

Blood money
Blood red tie
See a red dot sight
Then die
Never in the red
I do it for the green
Be grateful
Mate it was you
It could have been
When agent forty seven’s
Aiming for your head
Pray the lord
You best have paid off
All your debts
I’ve been training for this every day
Since I was born
I saved up all my breath
More or less
So I could talk
And make you bored to death
Then invoice your parents
For the check
No time to falter or regret
I’ve got make a call collect
They’re like my headshots
They all connect
And when the skull fragments
It’s a cool effect
Anyhoo
Have we done enough talking yet?
Because with all respect
You’re scheduled for death
All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase
Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake
A brief taste of each place I reach
Make an escape and then I may as well have beamed into deep space
What do you mean you can keep pace?
I really doubt it
I’m out before you even work out how you feel about it
All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase
Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake
Patient prepared professional stake out
May rain
Overhead there are grey clouds
Death is a playground
I get to play dress up
And make sounds
Tempting my prey out
It’s ok, he’s not dead
He’s just spaced out
Feel the bass pound
Like your heart is
'Til it drops out
Dearly departed
Wait shh
I’m near to the target
He’s buying knock off gear
In the market
And he’ll stay wrapped up here
In a carpet
Now this bazaar’s really bizarre
Get it?
I keep my killing kit compact
Get tight with the fibre wire
Call me comcast
I ain’t found the shadow client now
But I could hire myself
For the contract
All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase
Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake
A brief taste of each place I reach
Make an escape and then I may as well have beamed into deep space
What do you mean you can keep pace?
I really doubt it
I’m out before you even work out how you feel about it
All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase
Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake
A passive face in a mass of faces
I’m an accident
Waiting to happen
Exacerbating
The mass debating
Like when how2basic is rapping
Taking lives
Right before your naked eyes
Now that’s a birthday surprise
That’ll make you cry
So say goodbyes
Head to the washroom
Get into costume
You’re imagining things
Head tripping mushrooms
I was never here
Never been in your wardrobe
Was never hiding
And trying on your clothes
It’s a lonely career
Feel like I’m the only one here
So when I find a woman to bring home
Be a dear
Don’t be like me
Don’t disappear
All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase
Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake
A brief taste of each place I reach
Make an escape and then I may as well have beamed into deep space
What do you mean you can keep pace?
I really doubt it
I’m out before you even work out how you feel about it
All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase
Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake