Brian Kuma - Job Well Done lyrics

[Verse 1] See I'm a k**er, I don't work wit feelings When it comes to hit my mark I move complete precision Here's the mission, I'm way out in the sticks Contemplating y'all, How I'ma hit Father Ducket Yeah I'ma get Father Ducket Uh, Cause when I tell em I can get the job done they can trust it See I'ma lay low when I first hit the town Check in the cheap mo-mo and peep out the surroundings Hit the local bar there's only one in the city Befriend this little waitress named Britney and put her down wit me I knocked her down after a couple of ticks And pillow talk'll be pertinent if you f**ing the right b**h Uh, She gave me the scoop on how Ducket is shady How he playing foul using God robbing the congregation A real motherf**ing scumbag And ain't nobody gon miss him when I cap his a** Uh [Chorus] You can run all you want to but you can't hide I said I'm in for murder and I ain't lie Nobody looking at it like a saint die We carry on, We carry on [Verse 2] See I probably wouldn't have no problems wit Father Ducket But he's so slimy and the money's so good it's like f** it Got his clause in the collection plate More than a few choir boys wit allegations of rape Putting everything in the name of the holy Somebody need to send him to hell cause he a phony This motherf**er giving me a vendetta He gon understand when I hit him wit the beretta And since he got the church on lock I gotta lay low and tip-toe and come up wit the intricate plot So I chilled for a second and blended in Said I wanted to turn my life around and join the congregation After a while, I was deep in Became a member and ordained a Deacon Do what it takes to hit my mark Cause I'm a born k**er for reala true to the heart [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now this is how a k**er move slick and swift I'm a head Deacon sitting right up in the pulpit I'm chilling, Trying to get positioned Waiting for the opportune moment so I can get him Cause when ya close, You learn a lot of sh** His up's, His down's, His strength's, and His weaknesses And usually, Motherf**ers think wit their dick So I put a twist in the game and called my b**h Britney Woo, She said she need spiritual guidance And he the only one that can show her how to truly find it He told her meet him at his private quarters at ten o clock And here begins the intricate plot Now Britney had this grimy motherf**er wide open I stepped to him, Pulled the heat, And told her to get ghost I hit him once in the chest and laid him flat The second one was to the dome cause the company requested that [Chorus] [Therapist] So, How have you been since the last time I saw you? [Cold 187um] Well you know Doc, I've been good sometimes I feel like I overwork myself [Therapist] Well maybe you should just get away for a while [Cold 187um] Ya think? [Therapist] You've been through a lot [Cold 187um] Yeah [Therapist] Slow down [Cold 187um] Mmm hmm [Therapist] Take some time for yourself. A vacation's always good