Taylor Kitsch - Prosser's Dirtiest Hitmen lyrics

[Intro: andyFKNhastings] Prosser's dirtiest, hitmen Six, figure ripper sick roster richest b**h made ballers get they sh** shoved in extinguished 'N every disabled list gets a brand new disabled b**h! Dynasty clique crew, can't afford to f**, wit We some princes subtracting b**hes off a hit list Catalyst hittin', bloodstream the minute From tip off start second third fourth to finish let me get it [Verse 1: andyFKNhastings] Athletic generals, takin' on some peasant hoes Light 'em up! At night arrange for burials Flex ya 'ceps, rip the stereo, ay, there they go [k** the f**in' lights] Power out in sector 4 go settle scores Mike Lee, clutch as the f**ing come Snipin' three's like Chris Kyle from deep We some sharpshooters, with the absurdest aim Mediocre f**s best bet, reverse your aim f** your rhythm only dead fish go with the flow We play, to our own, motherf**ing metronome Man to man, zone, no matter the plan, holmes I got the lock, tumble pick to make the padlocks drop Faster than hot b**hes drop they tops Toss they bras, anarchists, whippin' f**in' molotovs Green light lit rockets get launched At the cowards who bombed Boston at the marathon Beware when you roll dice, gamble 'gainst An elite offensive juggernaut led by The successor and second coming of Pistol Pete, Maravich Droppin' asterisks next to stats so sick, that's Jake Schwartz Leading an elephant stampede, parade forth k**er guard stricken fever fourth, Jord'n Pippen it Administering consecutive hits of ill a**ists Pickin' pockets till we rich, heavy hitter handles [yo SWITCH!] Flawless, sick slanging the rock, tih tih tock, tick In transit, we toxic Convertin' circus shots, to buckets and a trip To the charity stripe, that's three the hard way [b36] [Verse 2: andyFKNhastings] JENKINSSSSSSS flip syde AJAXXXXXX A turf territory we control the paint Huffin' it, snuffin' it, insufflation of f**in' hits Got the, block, on lock Windexin' the gla** like twin Dennis Rodmans on Ritalin Like oh four Ben, Wallace bred Piston kids Shredding harder than Jimi Hendrix did/ Wit his guitar and every other f**in instrument Pussies get precision kicked, in the f**in' cli*oris I'll lay u out, like a, f**ing rag doll Every foul flagrant, NBA in the 80s You hear me call for the lob, then SLAM The jam reverberates, and thats the last ya heard That'll be a wrap, end of half, close the curtains yo [Verse 3: andyFKNhastings] We deliver treatment, with no antidote So, thread and prep for lethal inject Dexter slamming spinal syringes needles to necks Our starting five'll cripple your best, so its in your best Interest to invest in a better bench And learn how to talk, sh** out ya neck We'll blow your f**ing head off, then wink at the ref [BLAOW!] You some b**hes, gossiping, with a gift for gab Well guess what? We got a gift for that Runnin' your mouth gets a gun shoved in it now s** on my pocket shotty, both barrels And [eat this], it's like you flame fel**tio Cep't now its twelve gauge t' give brain t' bro [Verse 4: andyFKNhastings] It's old wounds i open Like a thoracic incision, to your f**ing throat when I Boa constrict your windpipes and crack your trachea It's choke artists I make of yall At a loss of oxygen, from punctured lungs You's about to be the byproduct, of a young Bob, Knight, on f**ing choking spree Players lifted off they feet Please don't go provoke him please Sign next to the dotted line, for a nightmare package Courtesy Of the sickest f**ing faction Whether balling, heavyBINGE drinking or penning diss raps It don't matter, f**, I could dispatch A Siberian Dick monkey, to b**h slap Go monkey go ape sh**, spit in your faces [Verse 5: andyFKNhastings] f** an interlude, verse 4 exit wounds We conduct, like an orchestra Five units in unison motion fluid congruent-est Puppeteer plucking f**ing strings that steer Opposition into oncoming traffic, oh f** Demolition trucks equipped with snow plow attachments Severed brake lines, gridlock no traction Cars crashing, scream help seat belts no latches One big metaphor for just how tragic a f**ing accident For just how badly and bandaged, Dirty Pross'll beat your a** Game, set, f**ing match From A-town to Illadel to Jersey to anywhere To f**ing anywhere