Prosser’s Dirtiest Hitmen lyrics

[Intro: andyFKNhastings]
Prosser's dirtiest, hitmen
Six, figure ripper sick roster richest
b*tch made ballers get they sh*t shoved in extinguished
'N every disabled list gets a brand new disabled b*tch!
Dynasty clique crew, can't afford to f*ck, wit
We some princes subtracting b*tches off a hit list
Catalyst hittin', bloodstream the minute
From tip off start second third fourth to finish let me get it

[Verse 1: andyFKNhastings]
Athletic generals, takin' on some peasant hoes
Light 'em up! At night arrange for burials
Flex ya 'ceps, rip the stereo, ay, there they go
[Kill the f*ckin' lights]
Power out in sector 4 go settle scores
Mike Lee, clutch as the f*cking come
Snipin' three's like Chris Kyle from deep
We some sharpshooters, with the absurdest aim
Mediocre f*cks best bet, reverse your aim
f*ck your rhythm only dead fish go with the flow
We play, to our own, motherf*cking metronome
Man to man, zone, no matter the plan, holmes
I got the lock, tumble pick to make the padlocks drop
Faster than hot b*tches drop they tops
Toss they bras, anarchists, whippin' f*ckin' molotovs
Green light lit rockets get launched
At the cowards who bombed Boston at the marathon
Beware when you roll dice, gamble 'gainst
An elite offensive juggernaut led by
The successor and second coming of Pistol Pete, Maravich
Droppin' asterisks next to stats so sick, that's Jake Schwartz
Leading an elephant stampede, parade forth
Killer guard stricken fever fourth, Jord'n Pippen it
Administering consecutive hits of ill assists
Pickin' pockets till we rich, heavy hitter handles [yo SWITCH!]
Flawless, sick slanging the rock, tih tih tock, tick
In transit, we toxic
Convertin' circus shots, to buckets and a trip
To the charity stripe, that's three the hard way [b36]