[Verse 1: Cold 187um]
See, I'm a killer (I'm a killer), I don't work with feelings
When it comes to hit my mark, I move with complete precision
Here's the mission (Mission), I'm way out in the sticks
Contemplatin', y'all, how I'ma hit Father Ducket (Fuck it)
Yeah, I'ma get Father Ducket, uh
'Cause when I tell 'em I can get the job done, they can trust it
See, I'ma lay low when I first hit the town
Check in the cheap mo-mo and peep out the surroundings
Hit the local bar, there's only one in the city (One in the city)
Befriend this little waitress named Britney and put her down with me
I knocked her down after a couple of ticks
And pillow talk'll be perfect if you fuckin' the right bitch, uh
She gave me the scoop on how Ducket is shady
How he playin' foul, usin' God, robbin' the congregation
A real motherfuckin' scumbag
And ain't nobody gon' miss him when I cap his ass
[Chorus: Cold187um & Big Hoodoo]
You can run all you want to, but you can't hide (The Lord needs us!)
I said I'm in for murder and I ain't lied
Nobody lookin' at it like a saint died (10% won't do!)
We carry on, we carry on (Carry on)
You can run all you want to, but you can't hide ([?])
I said I'm in for murder and I ain't lied (Onto the altar!)
Nobody looking at it like a saint died
We carry on, we carry on (Give it all to the Lord!)
[Verse 2: Cold 187um]
See, I probably wouldn't have no problems with Father Ducket (Father Ducket)
But he's so slimy and the money's so good, it's like "Fuck it" (It's like "Fuck it")
Got his claws in the collection plate
More than a few choir boys with allegations of rape
Puttin' everything in the name of the holy
Somebody need to send him to hell, 'cause he a phony
This motherfucker givin' me a vendetta
He gon' understand when I hit him with the Beretta (Pow!)
And since he got the church on lock
I gotta lay low and tiptoe and come up with the intricate plot
So I chilled for a second and blended in
Said I wanted to turn my life around and join the congregation
After a while, I was deep in
Became a member and ordained a Deacon
Do what it takes to hit my mark (Hit my mark)
'Cause I'm a born killer for real-a, true to the heart
[Chorus: Cold187um & Big Hoodoo]
You can run all you want to, but you can't hide ([?])
I said I'm in for murder and I ain't lied ([?])
Nobody lookin' at it like a saint died
We carry on, we carry on (Carry on) (It is up to you to give to the Lord!)
You can run all you want to, but you can't hide
I said I'm in for murder and I ain't lied (Give to the church!)
Nobody looking at it like a saint died (Or suffer)
We carry on, we carry on (Forever in Hell!)
[Verse 3: Cold 187um]
Now, this is how a killer move slick and swift
I'm a head Deacon, now I'm sittin' right up in the pulpit
I'm chillin', tryin' to get positioned
Waitin' for the opportune moment so I can get him
'Cause when you're close, you learn a lot of shit
His ups, his downs, his strengths, and his weaknesses
And usually, motherfuckers think with they dick
So I put a twist in the game and called my bitch Britney (Whoo!)
She said she need spiritual guidance (Guidance)
And he the only one that can show her how to truly find it
He told her meet him at his private quarters at ten o' clock
And here begins the intricate plot (Listen)
Now Britney had this grimy motherfucker wide open
I stepped to him, pulled the heat, and told her to get ghost
I hit him once in the chest and laid him flat
The second one was to the dome 'cause the company requested that
[Chorus: Cold187um]
You can run all you want to, but you can't hide
I said I'm in for murder and I ain't lied
Nobody lookin' at it like a saint died
We carry on, we carry on
You can run all you want to, but you can't hide
I said I'm in for murder and I ain't lied
Nobody looking at it like a saint died
We carry on, we carry on
[Skit: Cold 187um]
So, how have you been since the last time I saw you?
Well, you know Doc, I've been good
Sometimes I feel like I overwork myself…
Well, maybe you should just get away for a while
You think?
You've been through a lot...
Yeah...
Slow down
Mmm-hmm...
Take some time for yourself
A vacation's always good...
