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The List

 

The List

(album: The Horde: The End Is Nigh - 2023)


Cradle to the grave with the rubber to the asphalt
Contract paid, grab the Ruger, take the mask off
Contact made, silhouette through the Nikon
Finger hit the trigger, then I squeeze it like a python
A hit man, got the names on a list
Got ice in the veins, blood stains on the fist
And I don't ever miss, bullseye with a dead shot
Cable run the table, got 'em all with the red dot
CheyTac that M200, fire breathing dragon in the grip of a Juggalo
Let 'em know, see them things lay low
Or I'll send 'em up to heaven for they wings, halo
Check 'em, off there's another need a headstone
Hard to jack your jaw when your motherfucking head gone
Hard to live in peace when The Heathen cast a check
'Till you're finally deceased, I be breathing down your neck

One day I'ma fade away
Too bad for you cuz it's not today
Not leaving 'til my debts are paid
Wrote your name down and my mind is made
I made a hitlist! No ifs, and or whats
No sand in the hourglass! Time is up
I made a hitlist dawg you made the cut
And this list stays open 'til the caskets shut

Been watching you, motherfucker, you ain't fooled no one
On the verge of going full blown shogun
I see your game, you little bitch boys
Step to the mob boss, get destroyed
Done said for many years, I'm a battleship
Make that sound in your throat, death rattle shit
Viking blood running through my pipeline
Dig a little deeper in my mind and you might find
I'm an OG, murder them slowly
Mankind is doomed, ask Mick Foley
You're phony, bitch, you don't know me
But watching me like hello there, Kenobi
Got a lot of nerve calling me the enemy
Praised by a cult but you'll never be shit to me
Saw the shots that you took, you missed
But attempts don't count when you don't land hits

One day I'ma fade away
Too bad for you cuz it's not today
Not leaving 'til my debts are paid
Wrote your name down and my mind is made
I made a hitlist! No ifs, and or whats
No sand in the hourglass! Time is up
I made a hitlist dawg you made the cut
And this list stays open 'til the caskets shut
One day I'ma fade away
Too bad for you cuz it's not today
Not leaving 'til my debts are paid
Wrote your name down and my mind is made
I made a hitlist! No ifs, and or whats
No sand in the hourglass! Time is up
I made a hitlist dawg you made the cut
And this list stays open 'til the caskets shut

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