Search lyrics

Typing something do you want to search. Exam: Artist, Song, Album,Writer, Release Year...
if you want to find exactly, Please input keywords with double-quote or using multi keywords. Exam: "Keyword 1" "Keyword 2"

Royce Da 5'9

Genres: Hip-Hop

Lyrical Hitman Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

This the homicide, sodomy of course 

Mobb Deep, like I got Havoc and Prodigy support 

Ima' be dope until the find me as a corpse 

You can roll your weed up in my Toxicology Report 

You can call me Kuklinsky, Iceman for short 

And I got dead rapper's pens in my Icebox 

After they act hard I lyrically kill em' then I bury their notebooks in my backyard 

Check it out, the lead gonna hit em' 

I'm so far from positive 

I'm a dead wrong, headstrong spitter 

Compared to me you a faggot gettin' fed bone nigga 

I'm picture platinum 

You a red bone nigga, I'm a trip 

You a [?], I'm sick 

You a snitch, that like to sing the Fed's songs nigga 

Oops, I forgot my meds, you the absent minded 

When they find ya' body it's gonna be without ya' head 

 

Related 

 

Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably 

 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

 

"A mind made for murder" 

"Expected the man to uh die, but..." 

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* 

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* 

"It really surprised me it would've took his head off" 

"That's something I didn't expect" 

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* 

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* 

"Richard Kuklinsky" 

 

This is murder for hire 

Got word to my supplier 

Snuck up on em' 

Strangled em', He never heard the wire 

These niggas claim they cold, I swear my words are fire 

Me and you can get it on, I bet that you retire 

I'm from the city of Gators, YDI 

Cold men, he own guns, this is not A Country for Old Men 

Boat Guns, sweat socks, don't run, just stop 

Put the needle in his big ego, watch his head pop 

You little niggas done fizzled out 

Niggas claim they murderers 

Ima' show them what this about 

I am doing work, you can't travel here, pick a different route 

Gimme twenty beats and I pick em' off as you pick em' out 

My shit is the screen, I'm clicking this heat 

I hit up your peeps, whip up ya' beef 

Duck, spray em' 

I'm a stuntman by the way I lift ya' Jeep 

They should throw under the jail for how I'm killin' this beat 

 

Photos 

 

"A mind made for murder" 

"Expected the man to uh die, but..." 

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* 

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* 

"It really surprised me it would've took his head off" 

"That's something I didn't expect" 

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* 

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* 

"Richard Kuklinsky" 

Copyright: Song Discussions Is Protected By U.s. Patent 9401941. Other Patents Pending.