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Resume

I ain’t living well-so when I prevail
Someone’s going to the morgue, while I’m going to jail
I’m not heart broke, but straight-up hellbent
Because motherfucka I have to represent
Like oil and water don’t mix
Now fools are holding their stomachs and their dicks
I can’t blame you for your instantaneous misery
Understand it was all on me-die

When one falls-to me there all the same
Another dead body about to ride that meat train
Just trying to live is a deadly game
It’s safer trying to smuggle a boat load of cocaine
Enemies wanna wet ya like a pouring rain
And bitches are trying to burn ya like a roaring flame
Haters want my world to crash like a plane
But I be damned if I let the shit drive me insane-
I’m pulling files like I’m pulling motherfuckin ho cards
Now I’m gonna see if you really motherfuckin hard
Everybody else is gonna live, but it’s your doomsday
Because motherfucka I was handed your resume

I eliminate motherfuckas and they don’t even know my name
Just a part of this assassin game
Heart always cold like my trigger
I’m not barring none-so how the fuck you figga
If your resume is given then it’s on
Predator hunting your ass from dusk to dawn
Having you shell shocked like you was in Vietnam
Because these bullets in your ass will make you numb

Regardless of the situation the clients is always right
And bet your ass I’m gonna get your head right
Vultures always follow me, because they know the deal
Your body is about to become their next meal
When I finish-they start. You know the cycle
And there’s no resurrection like Jason, Freddy of Michael
So consider it the rules of engagement
When you head dive straight into the pavement-

Families screaming and hollering what happened to their baby
All that bullshit don’t even faze me
Your successful death is my well-deserved payday
Because motherfucka I was handed your resume
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