Body Count - Murder 4 Hire lyrics

[Body Count - Murder 4 Hire lyrics]

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-IA, 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!

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