Hell’s Hitman

#new#song#dizeaze#rap#dark#beats#rapfame#hiphop#outlet#hell#lyrics#moretocome#pleaselikeorfollowformore#hitman (Beat kicks in like a gunshot to the dome…) [Verse 1]   I'm that contract killer with a sawed-off scripture,   Carved off fixtures, bodies stacked like raw dogged rigors,   the Law got pictures, crime scenes with mauled off digits,   Skull-shot victims, brains leak like knocked-off tickets   Silence a snitch, cut his tongue of with a razor,   Leave his body in a barrel, let it bubble in the vapors,   Cremate all his kin, then mail his ashes to the mayor,   Then I piss inside the urn like "Now he’s one with the nature."   Muzzle up the weapon, suppressor kissing his throat,   blew his larynx through his back, make his whisper like a ghost,   Listen close, click-clack, death's symphony notes,   Ain’t no fucking mercy, feed his infants to goats [Chorus] (Rapid-Fire Execution Flow)   Bloodbath, gun blast, lungs gasp, chest shredded,   One flash, skull cracked, pump claps, head dented,   No mask, go fast, foes dashed, neck severed,   Cold path, toe tags, crows snack, death sentence!   [Verse 2]   Pull up in a black sedan, mask intact,   Infrared attached to that, hit his ribs, collapsed his back,   Drag him down the cul-de-sac, laughing as I smash his cap,   Slice his liver, wrap it back, FedEx it to his family flat.   I don’t do it for the fame, I just do it ‘cause I’m sick,   slitting throats like a ballot and then I move in for the hit,   Executioner, noose is up, you choose what tool to split,   cause either bullets or my blade gon’ be chewing through your shit.   Dump ‘em in the river, let the fish get their portion,   Decapitate his pastor, now the church got a shortage,   Mercenary for the morgue, keep the corpses in storage,   Tie his kids up in the basement while they screaming for their porrage [Chorus] (Rapid-Fire Execution Flow)   Bloodbath, gun blast, lungs snapped chest shredded,   One flash, skull cracked, pump claps, head dented,   No mask, go fast, foes dashed, neck severed,   Cold path, toe tags, crows snack, death sentence!   [Verse 3]   I ain't a rapper, I'm death laced in black,   I’ll push your brain through your skull like a pastry sack,   Place the bat where your braces at, shatter your face to scraps,   Have your momma pick up pieces of brain in your hat I’m the killer that be creeping out in darkened apartments,   I’ll carve a target on his heart then start the carnage with sharp shit,   Glock pop, turn his noggin into pasta and cartilage,   Leave you burning in an oven like I honored a promise.   im the Devil’s intern, blood on my lab coat,   leave you resting in red teach you to play that sad note Machete to his gut, twist it stuck now your plans nope confetti pieces blood shit gets struck blow your man's hope [Outro]   This ain’t music…   It’s a contract on your life.   You ain’t safe…   Not from me.