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[Verse 1]
I'm my own man, ain't nobody rough enough to be humpin me,
I be killin' beats like my sponsor was the coffin company,
This the story of a kid who'd grow up to have no name, no face,
Out of place, with a mind in outer space,
Grew up with no parents, unloved and unfunded,
Now the dollar Bill's my only homie,
But nobody on this planet know me,
Now I'm the world's most wanted, waiting to be hunted,
In plain sight I could hide, full of arrogance and full of pride,
But corpses is the only thing coming outta my closet,
Blood is the only thing flowing Outta my faucet,
When you talk to me, better watch your temper
The cemetery is my temple, and my religion is blood money,
Got another call, client's talkin' from Germany,
The rich bastard tried to date a girlie from the Kingdom's, for her money,
And her dad's billion dollar company,
But she left him for some funny-lookin actor fella, saw her gettin kissed, under an umbrella, was hella pissed,
So the sadistic loner hired me to take her out for dinner, then take her out foreva,
And he said, while you at it, kill the actor too, stab him or run a tractor though, him,
So I suit up.
[Chorus]
6 bullets, 12 bodies,
Lucky with the hotties,
But Shorty don't know she in bed with a sick sick, sick man,
They call me the Hitman (Hitman).
[Verse 2]
Fixed up an invite to a fashion show in Milan,
Ms. Target rolls up in a sedan,
I walk the red carpet behind her,
Follow her through the ballroom, till I can find her, alone,
She's upstairs on her phone,
Walk up to her with an intro,
Like I'm your father's known,
We do business together, I sell him drones,
Now that the icebreaker's Outta the way,
I turn on my charm that I learnt in LA,
Take her hand, spin her round, tell her she the prettiest woman I ever seen,
She Said I remind her of her high school crush from back when she was seventeen,
Tell her she could be my newest feen,
Even though I got a heart made of steel,
The same ones they use to make guillotines,
To me, she only a ticket to get my pocket full o' greens, (full o' greens)
Said she'd meet me at her hotel suite, 1-0-6,
But first I gotta deal with that actor dick,
He's at the party too,
Saw him flirting around with a model named Darcy Dew,
So I walk up to them with my Bacardi booze,
Steal the girl with the kinda game he hardly knew,
So he invites me to the terrace to discuss a "topic of interest",
Led me to the rooftop, ask me if wanna end up injured, with this funny business I be doin',
Tell me if I try to steal his chic again, he ain't gonna let me run my dick again,
He sounded serious as if he really gon' do something about it,
I see it as the perfect time to do something about him,
So I grab him by the shoulder and flip him over the backside railing,
Slide down the drain pipes and make sure them veins ain't vibrating,
Hop back in my motor,
And make my way to her hotel,
[Chorus]
6 bullets, 12 bodies,
Lucky with the hotties,
But Shorty don't know she in bed with a sick sick, sick man,
They call me the Hitman (Hitman).
[Verse 3]
Now I'm at the hotel reception,
Said Target left a note for my name, and a key card,
It said "You run high game, you must be tired, now make your way to 1-0-6 and you shall be fixed by a fine dame",
I take the elevator to the top floor,
The elevator stop, doors open,
I'm ready for gore, hopin' I make no mistake,
Fuck hopin' I'm confident,
Make my way through the door, a wax scent's prominent,
Scented candles light my way to the bathroom,
The suite's sexy, lookin like the kinda shit you'd see in Richie rich cartoons,
But I got no time to sit and admire,
I got throats to slice, and guns to fire,
So I walk in to the bathroom and find her laying naked in the bathtub,
"Took you long enough" she said with a smart smirk,
"I'd like my Reaper to die waiting before she takes me",
"Do you expect heaven or hell, baby"[Target],
Lemme turn the lights off and I'll show you m'lady,
I said as I spread her,
Cause I strike at Dark kNights like Heath Ledger,
Not another second was wasted,
I suffocated and drowned her in tub till her mouth was tasteless,
She definitely don't believe in lovers no more, faithless,
A minute in, I checked her breath, she was wasted,
I made my way back home to get my cheque, as I thought to myself
The money can buy you cars, mansions, and more,
But wanting too much will take away your soul,
You'll know luxury, but you'll never know love,
It's always retrograde for my mercury, I'll never know love.
[Chorus]
6 bullets, 12 bodies,
Lucky with the hotties,
But Shorty don't know she in bed with a sick sick, sick man,
They call me the Hitman (Hitman).
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