Apollo Brown, Ghostface Killah, U-God, Masta Killa, Inspectah Deck, Killa Sin - Murder Spree lyrics

Something strange has happened
I just can't get myself, together
No kind of way for you

Yeah, 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 up
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 into pieces
That's mutilation

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 steel toe kicks
Cracked ribs, punctured lungs, hard breathing
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

Something strange has happened
I just can't get myself, together
No kind of way for you

First things first
I chop your head then your fingertips
Butcher knife your torso
Chop up your ligaments
Make sure it's legitimate
Conceal all my fingerprints
Chop shop your body up quick
Then get rid of it
A hole in the desert, body bag
Just filled the ditch
Your miss was a snitch too?
Shotgun killed the bitch
Leave her in the wilderness
Suffocated and scarred up
Your brother want more too
Blow his fucking car up

Another homocide city
Murder mystery efficiently
Delete your fucking history, broke bones
Missing teeth blow bones to smithereens
Brings on the triple beam
All topped and chopped up
Mop buckets and Mr clean
Clorax and vicious steam sterilized
The whole scene
Photograph your death so I can spread
It to your whole team
But won't leave a trace of
Evidence for the case
It's sinister to finish it
Hit with the man with no face

Six million ways to die
Cyanide in your drink
Catch a Cuban necktie for your mink
Dahmer style
Cut up and stuffed in the fridge
And maybe washed up ashore and
Found under 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 till he
One with the pavement

Something strange has happened
I just can't get myself, together
No kind of way for you

Red wine and pink veal
Unknowingly that this would be his last meal
Comfortable he’s made to feel
Six inch stiletto heel
Kept his refills filled
Titties like big ass
Kept him still for the real deal
Hitman from Brooklyn, Tommy gun specialist
Our one accomplice
Sipped Courvoisier at the bar
Then waited till she lit a cigar
Then sprayed
In shattered wine glass he laid
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 hat
Blow off your hands
Leave your body in a dumpster
Head in the trash can
Cell catching scene look clean as a whistle
Ghost carved through your skin tissue
Till the bone grizzle