Hitman 2 - Dan Bull

Blood money

Blood red tie

See a red dot sight

Then die

Never in the red

I do it for the green

Be grateful

Mate it was you

It could have been

When agent forty seven’s

Aiming for your head

Pray the lord

You best have paid off

All your debts

I’ve been training for this every day

Since I was born

I saved up all my breath

More or less

So I could talk

And make you bored to death

Then invoice your parents

For the check

No time to falter or regret

I’ve got make a call collect

They’re like my headshots

They all connect

And when the skull fragments

It’s a cool effect

Anyhoo

Have we done enough talking yet?

Because with all respect

You’re scheduled for death

All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase

Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake

A brief taste of each place I reach

Make an escape and then I may as well have beamed into deep space

What do you mean you can keep pace?

I really doubt it

I’m out before you even work out how you feel about it

All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase

Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake

Patient prepared professional stake out

May rain

Overhead there are grey clouds

Death is a playground

I get to play dress up

And make sounds

Tempting my prey out

It’s ok, he’s not dead

He’s just spaced out

Feel the bass pound

Like your heart is

'Til it drops out

Dearly departed

Wait shh

I’m near to the target

He’s buying knock off gear

In the market

And he’ll stay wrapped up here

In a carpet

Now this bazaar’s really bizarre

Get it?

I keep my killing kit compact

Get tight with the fibre wire

Call me comcast

I ain’t found the shadow client now

But I could hire myself

For the contract

All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase

Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake

A brief taste of each place I reach

Make an escape and then I may as well have beamed into deep space

What do you mean you can keep pace?

I really doubt it

I’m out before you even work out how you feel about it

All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase

Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake

A passive face in a mass of faces

I’m an accident

Waiting to happen

Exacerbating

The mass debating

Like when how2basic is rapping

Taking lives

Right before your naked eyes

Now that’s a birthday surprise

That’ll make you cry

So say goodbyes

Head to the washroom

Get into costume

You’re imagining things

Head tripping mushrooms

I was never here

Never been in your wardrobe

Was never hiding

And trying on your clothes

It’s a lonely career

Feel like I’m the only one here

So when I find a woman to bring home

Be a dear

Don’t be like me

Don’t disappear

All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase

Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake

A brief taste of each place I reach

Make an escape and then I may as well have beamed into deep space

What do you mean you can keep pace?

I really doubt it

I’m out before you even work out how you feel about it

All I need is a plane ticket and a briefcase

Full of guns and a rubber ducky as a keepsake