[Verse 1: Stricklin]
It's no doubt, I'm just about the hottest dude on the mic
If you don't like it, tell me "f** you" and be rude if you like
But if you do that, I might have to get nude with your wife
And have her saying that's "the best she's ever been screwed in her life"
Stricklin, yea I get paid to get cracking with the n***as
Spitman for hire, verbally smacking these n***as
And my price is from 2 grand down to a dollar
So if you want anyone f**ed up just holla
It'll be lights, cameras, action like the big screen
No need for alarm, stay calm, I'm just armed with a 16
And I'mma spit at your head and have you ducking
So please come get me, cause with me is what you not f**ing
Put your single out it's not gon' sell
I'm bad for you, my sh** nasty like Taco Bell
Yea it's utterly disgusting and grimey
So if you want the job done, call ace, yea that dude'll know where to find me
[Hook]
You get blazed when the mic's off, shot when it's on
Play around, I lay you down
Gun pow, it be going down diggy diggy down
Bullet holes all in your clique, who you with?
Say my name if you want more beef
[Verse 2: Masta Ace]
When the master raps, yo I blast a cap
You ain't gotta past the gat, where that ba*tard at?
I put a foot up his rectum, it was good that I checked him
The dog can't get his own hood to respect him
I'm a Hitman for hire, when I click, blam, and fire
You didn't know I had the pitch to get a man to retire
Be the one who goes to his place and k**s him
Gets away with murder like Jayson Williams
So most rappers scared for there hands dirty
You ain't gon' write no real sh** n***a till you hit 30
All I hear is rap about p**y and blunts
I got a right jab, n***a, that'll push through your fronts
And I really don't care if you drive an Aston Martin
I'll leave you unemployed like the cast of Martin
Cause most of these rappers never told the truth
So I sneak up and hit them in the voting booth
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Masta Ace]
I've been hired to hit
Every rapper trying to spit
f** a verse you can die in a skit
I get greasy like bacon fat
Take a gat, run chase a cat, then I break his back
I make them beg for mercy in they head they curse me
Another rappers body left dead in jersey
That's when I take the corpses
Cause they didn't go to IDA and take the courses
I'm yelling howdy man in the Audi van
With my rowdy plan like we Taliban
I take aim from the pa**enger seat, flashing the heat
Lay him on the curb like trash in the street
This a dangerous job, took a few to the head
Got hit up and was left for dead
But I won't go away like a college debt
So pay homage respect and acknowledge the rep
Of a Hitman
[Hook]