Royce Da 5'9" - Lyrical Hitman lyrics

[Intro] "He murdered sometimes months apart, years apart He used different methods He would go so far as to plan in his crime the actual deceit of law enforcement He would murder someone Cut their body, wrap them in layer after layer of plastic bags and material Then deposit the body many, many miles from the murder scene." I'm a Lyrical Hitman x2 [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] This the homicide, sodomy of course Mobb Deep, like I got Havoc and Prodigy support Ima' be dope until they 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 k** 'em then I bury their notebooks in my backyard Check it out, the lead gonna hit 'em I'm so far from positive n***a I'm the opposite of Rev Run on Twitter I'm a dead wrong, headstrong spitter Compared to me you a f*ggot gettin' fed bone n***a I'm pitch black! You a red bone n***a, I'm a trip You're headphone on, I'm sick You a snitch, that like to sing the Fed's songs, n***a? Oops, I forgot my meds, you the absent minded When they find ya' body it's gonna be without ya' head [Hook] "A mind made for murder" "Expected the man to uh die, but..." *I'm a Lyrical Hitman* x2 "It really surprised me it would've took his head off" "That's something I didn't expect" *I'm a Lyrical Hitman* x2 "Richard Kuklinsky" [Verse 2: Marvwon] This is murder for hire Got word to my supplier Snuck up on 'em Strangled 'em, He never heard the wire These n***as 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 n***as done fizzled out n***as 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 sh** 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 k**in' this beat [Hook] [Outro] "Is one of the most dangerous criminals we have ever come across in the state He murdered by guns, he murdered by strangulation, he murdered by putting poison on victims food He did all of this, the same time while still exhibiting a normal placid family existence."