Artist: The Godfathers (Kool G Rap & Necro) Album: Once Upon a Crime Song: Trigga 4 Hire Typed by: Matt Jost (w/ help from liner notes) [ HOOK: Kool G Rap ] Trigger for hire, criminal attire Hoodie with the mask on, givin 'em the fire Blood from out your jugular vein, slit it with wire Heat your head like a bitch under the dryer It's ready-aim soon as one of you bitches try us This modern day Murder Inc., trigger for hire Fuck Billboard, kid, got hits like Shania Buck shots to cell block shanks, you get expired [ VERSE 1: Necro ] The sharp shooter with a futuristic car computer Catch a goon barracuda with a biscuit harpoon, then spark buddha Smart ass, get blown apart fast, end up a sarcastic Bastard in a casket, your dome in a shopping cart basket Wrap your heart in plastic, clap your retarded, spastic Partner, blast her Dolly Parton tits on carpet and mastur- bate, you're not relevant, the elephant's in the room I'll make you look like The Elephant Man, gelatin Pop your melon militantly, then catch brains from Penelope Cruz Got her galloping on my Calico phallus, all up in these whores Triple six with the ice pick, nice with the crime A precise mix of Tyson and Vincent Price in his prime Get diced like bison, you'll see Christ, pale white like a mime Iceman with the crossbow, impale you, catch you at the right time Wiser than Prime Minister Winston Churchill Hurt you like Virgil Earp You'll burp blood if you chirp, leave you Deep Purple [ HOOK: Kool G Rap ] [ VERSE 2: Kool G Rap ] Spit what? Bars - Yes pa, every bar I spit Escobar Bless y'all with extra bars, y'all bars lesser bars Who would invest in y'all? Somebody S'd the chest of y'all Must've been Lion King next to Scar My spit game the same level where the Wild West sketses are I send death darts that depart from where the sessions are Enter the engineer and exit, pa, through his Kevlar Left a mark where he pressed the start Through the hall, from the rear through a chair to somewhere where the front deskes are Through a brick wall, then wet a parked Lexus car I wish death to y'all, lay on tar where the sketches are Eyes with the X's mark 5 in your precious hearts Rest hard, on EMS stretcher carts Rest of y'all should dress in bras, that's your repertoire War get ugly, same territory where esthers are Weapons in Glory against Gloria Estefan I'm hard to kill, get your fleshes charred Hard as a burnt shish kebab, like Texas Bob's Barbecue grill, get left with impression marks Weapons are refresheners You get aired out, my mob is too real On the iron side, my iron on the side Roar like a lion pride, spar with two steels Like Saving Private Ryan, guys, if you ain't Michael Ironside I'ma make ridin hard with two wheels, you feel? [ HOOK: Kool G Rap ]