The Godfathers - Trigga 4 Hire lyrics

[Hook: Kool G Rap] Trigga for hire Criminal retire Hoody with the mask on Given em the fire Blood from out the jugular vein Slit it with wire Heat your head like the b**h under the dryer It's ready aim soon as one of you b**hes try us The smarter day murda ain't trigger for hire f** Billboard Kid Got hits like shania Buck shots to cell blocks Sphinx you get expired Verse 1: Necro Sharp shooter with a futuristic car computer Catch a goon Baracuda With a biscuit harpoon Then spark buddah Smarta** get blown apart fast End up a sarcastic ba*tard in a casket Your dome in a shopping cart basket Wrap your heart in plastic Clap your retarded spastic Partner blast her Dolly Parten tits Em covered and master-bate Your not relevant The elephants in the room I'll make you look like the elephant man Gelatin Pop your melon millitantly Then catch brains from Penelope Cruz Got a gallop and a macalicle phallus All up in these whoores Triple 6 with the icepick Nice with the crime A precise mix of Tyson And Vincent Price in his prime Ya diced like bison You'll see Christ pale white like mime Iceman with the crossbow of d**h! Boy we catch you at the right time Wiser than prime minister Winston Churchill Hurt(ch) you like Virgil Earp You'll burp blood If you chirp Leave you deep purple [Hook] Verse 2: Kool G Rap Spit what bars? Yes par We bar spit escobar Bless yall with extra bars Yall bars lesser bars Who would invest in yall? Somebody S the chest a yall Must of been Lion King next to Scar My spit game the same level Where the wild west sketches are I send theft off to the park where the sessions are Into there into there Exit part through his kevlar Left a mark where you press your star Through the who*e from the rear Through her chair To somewhere where the front desk(es) are Through a brick wall Then where the parked lexus car I wish d**h to yall Lay on tar where the sketches are Eyes with the x's Mark 5 in your precious hearts Rest hard on EMS stretcher carts The rest of yall should dress in bras That's your repertoire Walk it up you seek territory where S the czar Represent glory your piss poor where your asked to flaunt I'm hard to Peel Get your flesh a scar Hard as a burnt shish kebab Like Texas bar and barbecue grill Get left with impression marks Rappers are refresheners You get aired out My mob is too real On the ironside My iron on the side Raw like a lion pride Spar with two steels Like Saving Private Ryan Guys if you ain't Michael Ironside I'm a make ridin hard with two wheels Ya feel [Hook]