I woke up at noon still aching from the previous job I had to do last night
* was serious, got up out my bed and picked up my poinsettia
And put him on the balcony so he could get a little bit of city sun just to quench his thirst
Plants gotta live too cause they feed the earth
Just then I got a call from Pete slash Linky Jones
He said to meet him down at Donnie's house of pork and bones
And bring the little girl who people knew as Matilda, an orphan
Who I say before Gestapo could've killed her
Picked up my grip and let it slip into the holster
Although most of them niggas fear me, I'm supposed to protect my neck
If not, mine's in big PTs
Dipped in the door so no one can even see me
I told Matilda, wait outside for me, boo
Cause a professional's always confidential, it's true
Then Pete said, yo, you know Mikey Butterfuco?
The motherfucker cut my last * in a bazooka
And laced it with soda so much that you can taste
That slimy azupeptans, I'll make him drink mace
I said, yo, boss, hit me with the sauce
Send his whole family off course, know what I mean?
Just hit me with the green and I'll see what I can do
To Mikey Butterfuco
He said, straight, arrange a crew
But that's a no-no, the pro only murders solo
I almost lost my life working with teams out in Soho
California Beach, we were storming the place
* around and almost got bought by Scarface
Tony Montana, but that's another story
A whole different chapter, check the library
Went back to my crib, kissed Matilda goodbye
She started to cry, the sight brought tears to my eyes
The next day, made my connection, sent my direction
My flight to Chicago, my flight to Chicago

First class section, I didn't recognize no one on the plane
This was strange, my inside man was nowhere that I could claim
The stewardess was over-polite, I wonder why
But I didn't give a *, this trick was mad fly
Speaking of fly, the pilot turned on the intercom
Talking some kind of code, something was wrong
Everyone got out their chairs calmly and grabbed their stuff
I tried to raise up, but my seatbelt was stuck
Dig it, cool, don't panic
I said, excuse me, my seatbelt's broken, then the back was broken



Door opened, *, I heard it close, then my belt unlocked
Turned around and there was four motherfuckers with glocks
Pointed straight at my dome piece, grabbed my chrome piece
And licked two shots, leaving four men deceased
The hotter fucker, two bullets, killed four niggas
Checked out the cockpit, found the pilot's cranium disfigured
Then clicked, oh *, another piece to my head bone
Turned around to greet Miss Cleopatra Jones
How you doing, baby?
He said, I'm chill, how about you?
PD sent me as your crew, so what you gonna do?
I landed the plane, checked in the hotel
Horny like a motherfucker from the whole smell
Broke to the bathroom to clean myself, think she snuck in
Naked to the pussy, straight up shower *
The walls were shattering with echoes, but ain't a question
That killing motherfuckers ain't my only profession
Now after two hours of killing crotch
Hit the sack, woke up early to plan my plot
It was a mansion
It was a mansion

On the outskirts of Chicago, a clout
Clerk went by the name Mikey, but a few girls didn't like me
Miss Jones was round the back, I took the front gates
Two punks on guard with Uzi strapped to their waist
Strolled towards a door, but Pazana was like, yo, who the * are you?
Then I pulled out my knife slow, without a whisper or hint of hesitation
Made one quick slash and committed decapitation
Left a knife in the neck of the man on the left
And hopped over the fence, took a short breath
It didn't take but a second to realize that I was dead

The way the Rottweilers went psycho
I took one knee, grabbed my rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right button?
Red, yellow, or blue?
Pushed blue, then all of a sudden
I heard footsteps of at least three men running, sporting
Back tens, back flip under the fortune
Pulled out my piano wire and wrapped it tight
Round my fists, made it quick, with very little fight
Grabbed the fool on the right and sobbed it out
Blitzed his ass
Nigga on the left, I strangled, was his death?
Motherfucker in the middle, playing the monkey
Caught a cat, sucking my barrel like a crack junkie
Got through the door and it was straight war
Camel, flogged gear, getting torn by my ammo
Ran upstairs, tripping over dead thugs
Put they family to shame for * with my niggas drugs
Upon the second floor, was faced with three doors
Chose the first, a ninja master, showing his thirst for my life
But little did he know, I been trained
Aikido's my middle name, put his ass to shame
Opened the next door, and out came Kareem
Jabbar, a barefoot, size seventeen
I said choose your style, a nigga should ostrich
Yeah sure, nigga look more like he took one for hostage
Swinging his shits with no style at all
One swing on my sword, left him four feet tall
Third door opened slowly, only to show Cleopatra getting * by Mikey
But a puko, at gunpoint, the bitch turned straight to Heather Hunter on a steer
Aeroid, banging this fool like she wants to
He didn't know I was there, so I moved around the front
Rubber gripping, pointed, at his dome, started tripping
And pleading with my ass, as if it ain't my jaw
To eliminate the families of punks who rob
Put your dick out, nigga, this ain't no freak show
Let him go, cause he got touched, by the professional
My flight was straight, *** in a private jet
Heading home to collect, my fifty dollar check
I'm out
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