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 off thrown off the boat Guillotine nigga 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 Six million ways to die cyanide in your drink Catch a Cuban necktie for your mink Domo style cut up and stuffed in the fridge And maybe washed up and show around thunder 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 nigga out til he one with the pavement 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 Brassknuckle still toe kicks Crack ribs punch your lungs hard weaving 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 killed First thing first I chopped their head to their fingertips Butcher knife your torso chop off 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 just polluted it Your miss was a snitch too Shotgun killed the bitch Leave you in the wilderness suffocated and scarred up Your brother want more too blow his f**king car up Remember homocide city murder mystery efficiently Delete your f**king history broke bone missing teeth Throw bones memory 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 death so I can spread it to your whole team I won't leave a trace of evidence for the case It's sinister to finish it hid with the man with no face Red wine and pink pill Unknowingly that this would be his last meal Cut the voice made the field six inch stiletto heel Kept his refills filled Til he like s kept him still for the real deal Hitman from Brooklyn Tommy gun specialist Sipped cavasier at the bar then waited till she lit a cigar Then sprayed Them shatter wine glass he layed he never saw it coming Yo murder one bullets went fast through the flesh I cocked 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 catchin scene look clean as a whistle Ghost carved to your skin tissue til your bone grizzle