[Certain]

Mike Wrecka messaged me his verse:


Hitman 4 Hire

get the wrong people pissed and you will cease to exist,
regretting death is a risk that's never easily missed,
I empty allota clips in the midst of this metropolis,
ski mask and gloves, no fingerprints, anonymous,
with dominance, carry out hits for my conglomerates,
using methods, that perplex detectives and psychologists,
identitys androgynous, cops cant create a profile,
have a metamorphosis every week, so they seek my old style,
I control files, break into the main data base,
with a touch of a button any trace of the case gets erased,
leavin bodies all over the place, every corpse gets a pin on the map,
while I relax and receive acupuncture in my back,
so when I attack, im calm, cold blooded, methodic,
conducting a symphony of terror, in a manner that's robotic,
I only do it for a profit, this is just a business,
and my job requires me to maintain physical fitness,
it can be the literal difference, between life and death,
when your stabbin someone in the neck, you don't wanna run outta breath,
and im becoming adept, at collecting a debt,
so im targeting you next, if you don't mail me my check,
garner respect, never feel regret, im above it,
hanging from the ceiling, wielding a pair of nunchukas so rugged,
posses an abundant arsenal, with infinite ammo,
anything in my line of fire is instantly dismantled,
bullets hit like anvils, so one shot to the chest,
will turn your insides out, and leave your outsides just a mess,
got disguises on deck, when contractors expect caution,
deliver a pizza that you ordered, fully laced with poison,
see I got various methods, to get the job done,
watch a body get spun by a silencer equipped gun,
as im aiming down the sights, of the barrel im shooting through,
I realize that an open casket funeral, isn't gonna be suitable,
this all could happen to you, so don't forget to watch your step,
or the last thing youll see is a puddle of blood, and drown in regret,
what comes around goes around, never ignore the past,
or you'll be staring at my katana, begging for one more chance