Murder 4 Hire - Body Count

Murder, murder, murder murder

Murder, murder, murder murder

Murder, murder, murder murder

Murder, murder, murder murder

Kill Kill Kill Kill

Jacker of life, the last thing you’ll see is the flash

The last image my mask, the last breath is your gasp

The roar of my machine, the smell of burnt flesh

Hot brass ejects, slugs rip through your weak vest

Feel your bones shatter as my bullets ricochet

This game is gun play, kill with skill

I get the contract, make your will

Cause I never miss, I’m the best at this!

Murder 4 Hire!

Murder 4 Hire!

Don’t give a fuck who your are cash moves me

M-O-B, C-I-A, F-B-I, use me, money for blood

Take you out in a club, your car explodes in a lot

Bodyguard wrong move your shot

I’m a get you when you least expect it right in the head

You can’t get got, no way?

I’ll hit you from a block away

It’s my decision, I got you in my night vision

Snipe, I’m the type that’ll kill you with a butter knife

Murder 4 Hire!

Murder 4 Hire Baby!