Murder Spree

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

Yeah, yo, yo, there's a dozen ways to die, six million ways to do it

Let's go through it, my mind flow like fluid

Torture, chop your legs up, thrown off the boat

Guillotine, nigga, one chop to the throat

Suffocation, Saran-wrapping your face

Buried alive, throw a few nails in the case

Manslaughter, eight degrees of separation

Leave your body chopped up in a piece, that's mutilation

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]

Six million ways to die, cyanide in your drink

Catch a Cuban necktie for your mink

Dahmer style, cut up and stuffed in the fridge

And maybe washed up ashore and found under the bridge

Hit him with the whip, drag him half a block

Machete or the sock full of padlocks

Chainsaw, switch your medication

Stomp a nigga out 'til he one with the pavement

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]

Torture, he's gruely peakin' at the meetin'

Suspicions of him bein' a rat? Even worse than cheatin'

I'm cold reekin' of ice picks, scratch and sticks and closed fists

Brass knuckle, steel-toe kicks

Cracked ribs, punctured lungs, hard breathin'

He's gaspin' and wheezin' for air, his breath he can't catch

He clenches the shirt on his chest

In a dyin' effort to reveal his last will before he was killed

[Verse 4: U-God]

First things first, I chop your head to your fingertips

Butcher knife your torso, chop up your ligaments

Make sure it's legitimate, conceal all my fingerprints

Chop, chop your body up quick, then get rid of it

A hole in the desert, body bag, just polluted it

Your miss was a snitch too? Shotgun killed the bitch

Leave her in the wilderness, suffocated, scarred up

Your brother want more too, blow his fucking car up

[Verse 5: Killa Sin]

Another homicide city, murder mystery efficiently

Delete your fucking history, broke bone, missing teeth

Throw bones, it's slippery, brings on the triple beam

All topped and chopped up, mop buckets of Mr. Clean

Clorox and Bissell steam sterilized the whole scene

Photograph your death so I can spread it to your whole team

But won't leave a trace of evidence for the case

It's sinister to finish it, hit with the man with no face

[Verse 6: Masta Killa]

Red wine and pink veal

Unknowingly that this would be his last meal

Comfortable he's made to feel, six-inch stiletto heel

Kept his refills filled

Titties like big ass kept him still for the real deal

Hitman from Brooklyn, Tommy gun specialist

Our one accomplice sipped Courvoisier at the bar

Then waited 'til she lit a cigar then sprayed

In shattered wine glass he lay, he never saw it comin'

[Verse 7: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, murder one, bullets went fast through the flesh

I cocked the sawed-off shotty, put a hole in your chest

Blow your lungs out, I've seen you been smokin' for years

You got no heart, I'll hunt you down like Cape Fear

Push your brains out the back of your head, blow off your hands

Leave your body in a dumpster, head in a trash can

Cell-catching scene look clean as a whistle

Ghost carved through your skin tissue 'til the bone gristle