Lyrical Hitman (feat. Marv Won) - Royce da 5'9"
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Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> [Royce da 5'9"]<br /> This the homicide, sodomy of course<br /> Mobb Deep, like I got Havoc and Prodigy support<br /> Ima' be dope until the find me as a corpse<br /> You can roll your weed up in my Toxicology Report<br /> You can call me Kuklinsky, Iceman for short<br /> And I got dead rapper's pens in my Icebox<br /> After they act hard I lyrically kill em' then I bury their notebooks in my backyard<br /> Check it out, the lead gonna hit em'<br /> I'm so far from positive<br /> Nigga I'm the opposite of Rev Run on Twitter<br /> I'm a dead wrong, headstrong spitter<br /> Compared to me you a faggot gettin' fed bone nigga<br /> I'm picture platinum<br /> You a red bone nigga, I'm a trip<br /> You a [?], I'm sick<br /> You a snitch, that like to sing the Fed's songs nigga<br /> Oops, I forgot my meds, you the absent minded<br /> When they find ya' body it's gonna be without ya' head~ [Chorus] ~<br /> "A mind made for murder"<br /> "Expected the man to uh die, but..."<br /> *I'm a Lyrical Hitman*<br /> *I'm a Lyrical Hitman*<br /> "It really surprised me it would've took his head off"<br /> "That's something I didn't expect"<br /> *I'm a Lyrical Hitman*<br /> *I'm a Lyrical Hitman*<br /> "Richard Kuklinsky"[Marvwon]<br /> This is murder for hire<br /> Got word to my supplier<br /> Snuck up on em'<br /> Strangled em', He never heard the wire<br /> These niggas claim they cold, I swear my words are fire<br /> Me and you can get it on, I bet that you retire<br /> I'm from the city of Gators, YDI<br /> Cold men, he own guns, this is not A Country for Old Men<br /> Boat Guns, sweat socks, don't run, just stop<br /> Put the needle in his big ego, watch his head pop<br /> You little niggas done fizzled out<br /> Niggas claim they murderers<br /> Ima' show them what this about<br /> I am doing work, you can't travel here, pick a different route<br /> Gimme twenty beats and I pick em' off as you pick em' out<br /> My shit is the screen, I'm clicking this heat<br /> I hit up your peeps, whip up ya' beef<br /> Duck, spray em'<br /> I'm a stuntman by the way I lift ya' Jeep<br /> They should throw under the jail for how I'm killin' this beat~ [Chorus] ~<br /> "A mind made for murder"<br /> "Expected the man to uh die, but..."<br /> *I'm a Lyrical Hitman*<br /> *I'm a Lyrical Hitman*<br /> "It really surprised me it would've took his head off"<br /> "That's something I didn't expect"<br /> *I'm a Lyrical Hitman*<br /> *I'm a Lyrical Hitman*<br /> "Richard Kuklinsky"Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>
Lyrical Hitman (feat. Marv Won) Lyrics
Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
[Royce da 5'9"]
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~ [Chorus] ~
"A mind made for murder"
"Expected the man to uh die, but..."
*I'm a Lyrical Hitman*
*I'm a Lyrical Hitman*
"It really surprised me it would've took his head off"
"That's something I didn't expect"
*I'm a Lyrical Hitman*
*I'm a Lyrical Hitman*
"Richard Kuklinsky"[Marvwon]
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 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~ [Chorus] ~
"A mind made for murder"
"Expected the man to uh die, but..."
*I'm a Lyrical Hitman*
*I'm a Lyrical Hitman*
"It really surprised me it would've took his head off"
"That's something I didn't expect"
*I'm a Lyrical Hitman*
*I'm a Lyrical Hitman*
"Richard Kuklinsky"
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