[Richard Kuklinski and ATF agent Dominick Polifrone]
"You ready to uh, go on a, on a, on a contract?"
"If the price is right. I'll talk to anybody."
"Yeah?"
"Sure."
"And you mean to tell me that your way is nice and clean, and nothing fucking shows up?"
"No it may show my friend, but it's quiet, it's not messy, it's not as noisy, it's not uh... You know?"
"Yeah but how the fuck do you put it together like, you know what I'm saying?"
"Well there's always a way. Where there's a will, there's a way, my friend."
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, yeah, son sloppy offa Percocet
Last time I ran up on him he was like a nervous wreck (Nervous wreck)
You the type to wear a turtleneck
I ain't choked him out dog, his face ain't even purple yet
Take him to the fire pit and watch how much burn he get
Trash-compact the body and compress him like a tourniquet
Motherfuckers jelly like the Four Tops "Bernadette"
Baptism of fire, these motherfuckers burn to death
Bingmonster got his commissary in his palms
The God speak like it's commentary on the Psalms
Chopping of his legs and we burying his arms
Kaczynski in his prime, 'cause I'm very into bombs
They lopin' around like this was his own fault
Polite before I kill I greet you a Bonjour
Why would I respond to someone who type soft?
My hitters waiting for you, they turning your lights off!
"You ready to uh, go on a, on a, on a contract?"
"If the price is right. I'll talk to anybody."
"Yeah?"
"Sure."
"And you mean to tell me that your way is nice and clean, and nothing fucking shows up?"
"No it may show my friend, but it's quiet, it's not messy, it's not as noisy, it's not uh... You know?"
"Yeah but how the fuck do you put it together like, you know what I'm saying?"
"Well there's always a way. Where there's a will, there's a way, my friend."
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, yeah, son sloppy offa Percocet
Last time I ran up on him he was like a nervous wreck (Nervous wreck)
You the type to wear a turtleneck
I ain't choked him out dog, his face ain't even purple yet
Take him to the fire pit and watch how much burn he get
Trash-compact the body and compress him like a tourniquet
Motherfuckers jelly like the Four Tops "Bernadette"
Baptism of fire, these motherfuckers burn to death
Bingmonster got his commissary in his palms
The God speak like it's commentary on the Psalms
Chopping of his legs and we burying his arms
Kaczynski in his prime, 'cause I'm very into bombs
They lopin' around like this was his own fault
Polite before I kill I greet you a Bonjour
Why would I respond to someone who type soft?
My hitters waiting for you, they turning your lights off!
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