I Came To Kill

[Skit] Oh my God, what the fuck is that?? Dude, what the fuck is that?? [*Heavy breathing and running*] Oh shit Oh my Gosh [Intro: Xzibit] Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Xzibit] This is the long drop method, supposed to be more humane Measure your height and your weight to break your neck when you hang Sometimes they use a short drop or they use a crane Either way the victim dies in agonizing pain But if the calculations incorrect when the rope's set The rope will rip the head right off a motherfucker's neck My appointment at the gallows, X emerging from the shadows With a vendetta better, who wanna battle? Man, you gon' get whipped and flogged Shackled to an A-frame Beaten full force until you can't repeat your own name Until you smell the smell of burning flesh (Yes) Keep you alive until you pray for death (Yes) Drawn and quartered, disemboweled 'til there's nothing left Saudi Arabia - amputation for petty theft Ling Chi translated this - "the lingering death" A rubber tire filled with gas around your arms and chest Set you on fire, turn your body to a melted mess Ask the ANC about that South African necklace Go ahead and pick your poison, get what's coming to you Call me the brazen bull, I came to fucking kill you [Chorus: RBX] Aww, must I come through merciless? Bequeath me with that bullshit you utter Uncut raw, what, and we ride through And always remember that death will come on swift wings Anyone who wan' come test it now, and we now bid you whatever I came to kill [Verse 2: Xzibit] Yeah Hands behind your back, shackled and I force you to kneel Shoot you in the back of the head, send your family the bill For what the bullets cost, I'm on my China shit Eye for an Eye, waterboard you like my government Impaled and left at the front gates You should hear the sound a broken arm, rib and leg makes When being pulled apart Call it the breaking wheel My inquisition is Spanish, mi corazon es frio No compassion, don't expect it when I fucking see you Lethal Injection is my profession, loading up my needles My Iron Maiden ain't caucasian or Asian The information received by the ancient art of persuasion I'm 'bout to drop like a guillotine The cut is quick and clean I promise you won't feel a thing I'll never kiss the ring I'd rather storm the castle, kill the king Then set fire to fucking everything