Kamikaze Loon - Killahz On The Payroll(2001) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Killers On The Payroll(2001) By Kamikaze Loon
V1. Got on my combat gear-cuz it's the time of the year-where niggas mysteriously dissapear-to never reappear-you know I love to start shit-cold blooded and heartless-why cuz I grew up amongst the muthafuccing darkness-slip in the extended cartridge-chamber a round the AP-10 leaving body parts split-regarded the hardest-a smash artist-hollowtips tearing muscle bone and cartilege-putting in work on the latenight graveyard shift-I love it when the sparks spit-and the heat barks quick-I never miss the target-cuz Ima military marksmen-taking the stripes of all you Privates,Captains,Leuitenants, & Seargents-supplied by the Blac Market-throw aways I discard em-the last time your families gonna see your face is on the bacc of a chocalate milk carton-leaving family members departed-
Chorus: We got the Killers on the payroll-from L.A to Frisco-label us fatal make the hit and then we laylow-serving niggas like yayo-that's what we get paid fo-homicidal rydahs riding every muhafuccing day loc-(then changes Frisco to Fresno then Fresno to Diego)repeat 3x's
V2. It makes no difference who the fucc you are we come thru nigga smashing in a stolen car AB Real Thugs we been known to blast teflon tips in the extended clips yall niggas slipped now it's a must we rearrange your muthafuccing wig severing body parts with this thang that bark-dumping bodies in the ocean for the great white sharks-no evidence labeled the best in are profession we on the hit-Assassinz for hire that never miss the target-our bullets traveling at warp speed-addicted to this Killing like some Heron Morphine-finish them off like Mortal Kombat fatalities-yall niggas don't really want to battle me- but if you choose to do so bring the cavalry-adding to the death rate like a air bourne disease-checc mate-when the throw away Tec spray-hollow tips penetrating domes leaving chests caved-we doing them in-tearing muscle bone flesh & skin-leaving dead bodies on display-in my showcase-the lucky ones ended up with prosthetics the rest were D.O.A-I got a 50,000 dollar bullet-line up the cross hairs when I pull it-calling on my Mob ties made niggas-under world figures-hire two hired guns on the trigger-known to deliver-give them the money & the info & I know the job will be done before dinner-I can always depend on my Payroll of Killerz- Chorus