Lyrics Lyrical Hitman - Royce 5'9, Marvwon

Lyrical Hitman

This the homicide, sodomy of course
Mobb Deep, like I got Havoc and Prodigy support
Ima' be dope until the find me as a corpse
You can roll your weed up in my Toxicology Report
You can call me Kuklinsky, Iceman for short
And I got dead rapper’s pens in my Icebox
After they act hard I lyrically kill em' then I bury their notebooks in my
backyard
Check it out, the lead gonna hit em'
I’m so far from positive
Nigga I’m the opposite of Rev Run on Twitter
I’m a dead wrong, headstrong spitter
Compared to me you a faggot gettin' fed bone nigga
I’m picture platinum
You a red bone nigga, I’m a trip
You a, I’m sick
You a snitch, that like to sing the Fed’s songs nigga
Oops, I forgot my meds, you the absent minded
When they find ya' body it’s gonna be without ya' head
«A mind made for murder»
«Expected the man to uh die, but…»
«It really surprised me it would’ve took his head off»
«That's something I didn’t expect»
«Richard Kuklinsky»
This is murder for hire
Got word to my supplier
Snuck up on em'
Strangled em', He never heard the wire
These niggas claim they cold, I swear my words are fire
Me and you can get it on, I bet that you retire
I’m from the city of YDI
Cold men, he own guns, this is not A Country for Old Men
Boat Guns, sweat socks, don’t run, just stop
Put the needle in his watch his head pop
You little niggas done fizzled out
Niggas claim they murderers
Ima' show them what this about
I am doing work, you can’t travel here, pick a different route
Gimme twenty beats and I pick em' off as you pick em' out
My shit is the, I’m clicking this heat
Whip up your peeps, whip up ya' beef
Duck, spray em'
I’m a stuntman by the way I lift ya' Jeep
They should throw under the jail for how I’m killin' this beat
«A mind made for murder»
«Expected the man to uh die, but…»
«It really surprised me it would’ve took his head off»
«That's something I didn’t expect»
«Richard Kuklinsky»