Lyrics H.F.H - Christoforos

I get hard on these sort of experiences
You know the fucked up ones
Never know what you're dealing with
It's all I know & it shows In my soul that is now black
Came from hell a caped crusader
& A cross tatted in the middle of my back
The hitman from hell
My girl at the club
What's up babygirl
What you doing for the night
We do it just right
Can I take you out for a ride
It's right on the high way of 99
Take this Molly & sleeping pills
Pistol on my hip hand on it full time
The NY Times be fucking shit up so I'm ready to kill
Let me distract you with my predisposed proposition
Head inside distract the desk
They sound the alarm
We'll rot for life in a cell
Rather not
Stick to the plan need just one man
Take this pill
Swallow when shit hits the fan

Let me tell you about the hitman from hell
From the bottom now straight to the top
Of the earths surface
Now no one can stop
All of the madness

Now open the croc pot
No chicken but pot pot to jot
These words now i'm in the hot spot
Don't come near I got one shot quit my job
Fill the need let me breathe thought I missed
Need a chill out on some lemonade brisk
You just gotta jump take the biggest fucking risks to
Get where you want to be Im a be
The biggest hit the reality's sad to see
All the people that doubted me
What a shame you gone try & inflict pain
How bold these old fuckers think they are selling cars
Spread them apart dumb lards they are album's the toaster
Once I pop off a couple shots to the head
Pocket the change mere 256k
They all just got paid
Still missing half my bread
A silence for the dead
Bunch of chickens let their pockets do the finger picking
You can say my rhymes are finger licking good
As you should so excuse a mwah
I got a morning wood

Let me tell you about the hitman from hell
From the bottom now straight to the top
Of the earths surface
Now no one can stop
All of the madness

She is heading on inside
Found a way in from the back side
Two ladders ply wood & some pesticide
Can't wait to get my hands on his esophagus
On top of the roof to my knowledge
There's skylights on each of the big boys's offices
Checked one that isn't it
Hear coughing check the second
Not it
One more
He's directly under it
Green-Ellis there's no fumbling this
Jump grapple him knife in the chest he's tumbling
Grab his body he's mumbling
Whispered his last dying breath
You won't get away with this Chris
Do you really think the world is
At the palm of your hand what a disappointment
Using music as an ointment
To your bruised amusement of a life
Separate wrong from the right
The symbol to humble you
Short fuse led to your urge to purge
Furthermore you acted upon a loved ones mourn
Were born in a world that sucks doesn't it
Can't breathe everyone suffocating you
Now end me for the helluva it
You wanted this push it in
Feels good doesn't it
I know what it's like bloody fulfillment
Gotta go they'll be here any moment