professionals

[Intro: Pitfall] Thank God, I made it into the light I think I'm safe in the light You've got to get me out of here (Z-Z-Zeroworld) Feels good to be back [Verse 1: Pitfall] Feeling homicidal Jacket hollow point inside the mag, it hit his vitals And you don't need to know my fucking name, you know my titles And all these other rappers, they below me like disciples 'Cause I'm a pill popper, showstopper Mincemeat, we gon' turn him to a Whopper Big shopper, bullets made of copper Couple hundred yards, check the wind, don't need a spotter Bitch steppin' in, I'm solo How many shots to paint a picture? Well, I don't know Well I'ma take as many shots as I need to One round, it'll be your last, I guarantee you You know who the fuck to call if you need professionals Fifty racks, lil' bitch, that's a comma, not a decimal And where the fuck the body? Burn it up like pyrotechnical Now we go turn it technical, I feel incredible [Bridge: tropes] I can't stand it, why are you in love? I can't tell, won't somebody help? Who are you? [Verse 2: tropes] I leave him sleeping with a blade Yeah, I feel like stone, but this ain't no diamond brigade I ain't fucking with him, I shoot his ass up like a bidet I leave my doors unlocked, I don't need no barricade Got a habit talking down, I think I'll put 'em in a grave Think I'll put 'em in a grave, don't even know what to say 700k fuckers, you bitches won't stop calling brave Think I might just start a rave, bitch, I think I'm doing great Yeah, I can't even hear you 'cause, bitch, I'm living in a cave What's it like being like that? Bitch, did you even think when you typed that? If you send that shit my way, I send it right back And, bitch, I keep an AR and ain't no eyepatch I put it all twice over, what am I supposed to do? Yeah, I'm telling all the info, I put disclosure in you Ain't a Christian, you don't listen Turn now, you will never see the vision