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