[Verse 1: Tobuscus]
Rundown motel is not cla**y
47 didn't make enough blood money
That or he spent it on a big nun party
He's hurt bad, shouda played on easy
[Verse 2: Tobuscus]
Nun bling jingling, getting pretty breezy
You probably shoudn't wear a white shirt
Even nuns go to shoe sales and prison
Tie your blood-red tie to match your blood-red blood
Yay, fashion
[Verse 3: Tobuscus]
Distorted guitar makes the nuns pull out some guns
And a rocket launcher
47 wants to fit in with them
But s**y bad guy music makes nuns take their clothes off
And get tattoos
[Verse 4: Tobuscus]
He got some blood on his favourite coin
Hydrogen peroxide'll take it off
Just like this music did
With the clothes of the hitman's girlfriends
Who just found out about each other
[Verse 5: Tobuscus]
Hot, hot, hot, even hotter
Slo-mo pistols smacking water
Hopefully he doesn't k** the hot hitgirls
(NO, DON'T KILL THEM!)
Slow-mo 3D pistols spinnin'
Don't k** the hot hitwomen (NO!)
Slow 3D pistols spinning
Please don't k** the hot hitwom-- (NO!)
[Verse 6: Tobuscus]
Guess he doesn't date coworkers
But he shoots 'em in the chest
That one's the hottest
Denied! Knee him in the eye
Not a bad view if you gotta die
But he's not distracted
He just smacked it
Hit her in the back of the head
And make the hot chick leader uglier
Now her friend's the hottest one
She can't be her friend now
Now she can as long as she's not used as a human shield
[Verse 7: Tobuscus]
Oh, no, slo-mo
Too slow
Rest in peace, hot hitwomen
That's right, think about what you've done
Hitman Absolution
[Verse 8: Tobuscus]
Look out, hot hitwomen
He's got some ammunition
And soon you will be wishing
I was there to protect you
Just call me
Call me hot hitwomen
Let's hang out sometime
Let's get some coffee sometime
When's good for you?
How 'bout November 20th?
Don't k** me though