Lyrical Assassination- heads blown off like JFKs,

My Redemption comes for you preditors . False profit killa betta get outta my way

All those bitches preachin at their pulpit. feelin on your daughters n sons,

They hide under robes cause they cant get none,

I gotta gun,

Tongue like a whip when u listen to this,

A marksman on a tower so good i cant miss,

Kicked out the ward for my blood fascination,

and killin mothafucks when I get the sensation,

They cop wanna know why, who n when,

I leave all the evidence so they know where i've been,

I move swiftly, Stole ya life like a thief n the night,

Weather darkness or the daylight