Mad Prophet - The Hitman Chronicles - Pt. I lyrics

Murderer for pay Got a call earlier today Mans voice was raspy Still dude kept it smooth, Kinda cla**y Said he wanted a man dead I replied gladly "Do you want it done quick or bloody and nasty? sh**. I'll make him die slow" He said "Its your choice since you're the pro" "Just send me his info And if he's laying low Like is he hiding? It don't matter cuz I'll find him You don't need to stress with this You contacted a specialist School of d**h? sh** I graduated with excellence Just tell me what your message is" "Yo make him see red, rip him to shreds, fill him with le(a)d, send him to his d**h bed with bullet holes in his mother f**ing head" "Ahh I see, so what made you pick me?" "I heard you were the a**a**in god, man for the job, i'm seeking your help cuz I got robbed, I ain't the typa man anybody should cross" "Yo You got it boss I do this sh** for fun So don't you mention the cost Just name your price" "Oh how nice I give you mad respect" And for saying that He'll send a blank check for me to collect So I hopped on the jet The source suspects the targets b**h a** is hiding in Quebec Time to get wrecked Rolled up a joint While my crew pin point his exact location To a mansion in the suburbs where he spends his vacations Now as you can tell I've been hunting men for sport So I start to strap up with weapons of all sorts And I jumped out the jet Blocked my sight Cuz if there's one thing I hate It's mother f**ing heights I know what you're thinking "Prophet how'd you know the way?" I had troops in my ear telling me how to navigate Pulled the parachute Swerved around Landed on the roof Dropped in on him like I drop rhymes in a booth Dude was scared Wasn't prepared He was begging for his life Like "Please I got kids and a wife!" f** if I care if my style's gotten to you This is my clients way of saying he got a problem with you You put your hands in his pockets Robbing his loot For that, you get stomped by the bottom of my boot I whipped out two 9's co*k em and shoot Point blank range Strange thing to do while rocking a suit Hitman style Drove of with my recruit But we were compromised Got cops in hot pursuit So I stuck the cannon out my window Blasted em f**ed the bullet holes like a nympho Homie I'm a skitzo, slick pro My boy was like "sh** yo! You made that look so simple! Poppin' mother f**ers like pimples, you put em in limbo, now let me drop you off at your limo." Stepped in and found a cute bimbo With tits like two pillows She was like "Hi my name's Crystal, don't I look perfect? Your client sent me and I'm at your full service" Said she wanted to break her chastity Having me happily fulfil her wildest fantasies So I was like How you doin? Unbu*toned my pants and quickly got to screwing Chick was a freak Letting out shrieks When I pumped her with the techniques Wild s** made her break a sweat That ain't no joke b**h damn near choked when I busted in her throat And I ain't trying to front After we were done This b**h poured me a drink then rolled me a blunt Then sh** started to get fuzzy Feeling kinda funny Seeing double I know that meant trouble sh** must have been laced I woke up a few hours later With a bag over my face Tied up Confused as f** Just my luck I must have been used and set up