Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lyrical Hitman (Richard Kuklinski), artist - Royce 5'9. Album song Bar Exam 3 (The Most Interesting Man), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.03.2010
Record label: MIC
Song language: English
Lyrical Hitman (Richard Kuklinski) |
«He murdered sometimes months apart, years apart |
He used different methods |
He would go so far as to plan in his crime the actual deceit of law enforcement |
He would murder someone |
Cut their body, wrap them in layer after layer of plastic bags and material |
Then deposit the body many, many miles from the murder scene.» |
I’m a lyrical hitman |
I’m a lyrical hitman |
This the homicide, sodomy of course |
Mobb Deep, like I got Havoc and Prodigy support |
Ima' be dope until they 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 pitch black! |
You a red bone nigga, I’m a trip |
You’re headphone on, 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 Kuklinski» |
This city 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 Gators, 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 big ego, 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 screen, I’m clicking this heat |
I hit 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 Kuklinski» |
«Is one of the most dangerous criminals we have ever come across in the state |
He murdered by guns, he murdered by strangulation, he murdered by putting |
poison on victims food |
He did all of this, the same time while still exhibiting a normal placid family |
existence.» |