Masta k**a - Murder Spree lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Yeah, yo, there's a dozen ways to die, six million ways to do it Let's go through it, my mind flow like fluid Torture, chop your legs up, thrown off the boat Guillotine, n***a, one chop to the throat Suffocation, saran wrapping your face Buried alive, throw a few nails in the case Manslaughter, eight degrees of separation Leave your body chopped up in a piece, that's mutilation [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Six million ways to die, cyanide in your drink Catch a Cuban necktie for your mink Dahmer style, cut up and stuffed in the fridge And maybe washed up ashore and found under the bridge Hit him with the whip, drag him half a block Machete or the sock full of padlocks Chainsaw, switch your medication Stomp a n***a out til he one with the pavement [Verse 3: Masta k**a] Torture, he's gruely peaking at the meeting Suspicions of him being a rat? Even worse than cheating I'm cold reaking of ice picks, scratch and sticks and closed fists Bra**knuckle steel toe kicks Cracked ribs, punctured lungs, hard breathing He's gasping and wheezing for air, his breath he can't catch He clinches the shirt on his chest In a dying effort to reveal his last will before he was k**ed [Verse 4: U-God] First things first, I chop your head to your fingertips Butcher knife your torso, chop up your ligaments Make sure it's legitimate, conceal all my fingerprints Chop, chop your body up quick then get rid of it A hole in the desert, body bag, just polluted it Your miss was a snitch too? Shotgun k**ed the b**h Leave her in the wilderness, suffocated and scarred up Your brother want more too, blow his f**ing car up [Verse 5: k**a Sin] Another h*mocide city, murder mystery efficiently Delete your f**ing history broke bone, missing teeth Throw bones, it's slippery, brings on the triple beam All topped and chopped up, my luck is a Mr. Clean Clorax and vicious steam sterilized the whole scene Photograph your d**h so I can spread it to your whole team Won't leave a trace of evidence for the case It's sinister to finish it, hit with the man with no face [Verse 6: Masta k**a] Red wine and pink veal Unknowing that this would be his last meal Comfortable he's made to feel, six inch stiletto heel Kept his refills filled Titties like big a**, kept him still for the real deal Hitman from Brooklyn, Tommy gun specialist Our one accomplice, sipped Courvoisier at the bar Then waited till she lit a cigar Then sprayed In shattered wine gla** he lay, he never saw it coming [Verse 7: Ghostface k**ah] Yo, murder one, bullets went fast through the flesh I co*ked the sawed off shotty, put a hole in your chest Blow your lungs out, I've seen you been smoking for years You got no heart, I'll hunt you down like Cape Fear Push your brains out the back of your head, blow off your hands Leave your body in a dumpster, head in the trashcan Cell catching scene look clean as a whistle Ghost carved through your skin tissue til the bone grizzle