Fredag 15 december

12. Hitman

Sat in a nice hotelbar
a guy came along, he said
(i) heard that you were looking for me
Yeah, i said come on
We met onsight in an icecold night
i was cool, my mind in peace
He pulled a knife and a pulled a gun
all hell was now released

THAT´S HOW IT GOES MY FRIEND...
...MAKING TROUBLE WITH ME

He started to run but wasn’t fast enough
shot him in the leg
Pulled him up against a wall
he begged for his life
I’m mister Hitman with my gun
and you’re me enemy
You should’ve thought bout that before
you crossed my way

THAT´S HOW IT GOES MY FRIEND...
...MAKING TROUBLE WITH ME

No man can sit on me, that´s right
that´s what i prove
Be my enemy and you will die
stay alive be my dude
I´m mister hitman with my gun
i have a nice looking scene
I kill for money and i´m killing fast
i kill a cop or a thief

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