Lyrical Hitman (Richard Kuklinski)

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]

"He murdered sometimes months apart, years apart

He used different methods

He would go so far as to plan in his crime the actual deceit of law enforcement

He would murder someone

Cut their body, wrap them in layer after layer of plastic bags and material

Then deposit the body many, many miles from the murder scene."

I'm a lyrical hitman

I'm a lyrical hitman

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

This the homicide, sodomy of course

Mobb Deep, like I got Havoc and Prodigy support

Ima' be dope until they find me as a corpse

You can roll your weed up in my Toxicology Report

You can call me Kuklinsky, Iceman for short

And I got dead rapper's pens in my Icebox

After they act hard I lyrically kill 'em then I bury their notebooks in my backyard

Check it out, the lead gonna hit 'em

I'm so far from positive

Nigga I'm the opposite of Rev Run on Twitter

I'm a dead wrong, headstrong spitter

Compared to me you a faggot gettin' fed bone nigga

I'm pitch black!

You a red bone nigga, I'm a trip

You're headphone on, I'm sick

You a snitch, that like to sing the Fed's songs, nigga?

Oops, I forgot my meds, you the absent minded

When they find ya' body it's gonna be without ya' head

[Hook]

"A mind made for murder"

"Expected the man to uh die, but..."

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* x2

"It really surprised me it would've took his head off"

"That's something I didn't expect"

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* x2

"Richard Kuklinski"

[Verse 2: Marv Won]

This city is murder for hire

Got word to my supplier

Snuck up on 'em

Strangled 'em, he never heard the wire

These niggas claim they cold, I swear my words are fire

Me and you can get it on, I bet that you retire

I'm from the city of Gators, YDI

Cold men, he own guns, this is not A Country for Old Men

Boat Guns, sweat socks, don't run, just stop

Put the needle in his big ego, watch his head pop

You little niggas done fizzled out

Niggas claim they murderers

Ima' show them what this about

I am doing work, you can't travel here, pick a different route

Gimme twenty beats and I pick 'em off as you pick 'em out

My shit is the screen, I'm clicking this heat

I hit up your peeps, whip up ya' beef

Duck, spray 'em

I'm a stuntman by the way I lift ya' Jeep

They should throw under the jail for how I'm killin' this beat

[Hook]

"A mind made for murder"

"Expected the man to uh die, but..."

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* x2

"It really surprised me it would've took his head off"

"That's something I didn't expect"

*I'm a Lyrical Hitman* x2

"Richard Kuklinski"

[Outro]

"Is one of the most dangerous criminals we have ever come across in the state

He murdered by guns, he murdered by strangulation, he murdered by putting poison on victims food

He did all of this, the same time while still exhibiting a normal placid family existence."