Prosser's Dirtiest Hitmen

[Intro: andyFKNhastings]
Prosser's dirtiest, hitmen
Six, figure ripper sick roster richest
Bitch made ballers get they shit shoved in extinguished
'N every disabled list gets a brand new disabled bitch!
Dynasty clique crew, can't afford to fuck, wit
We some princes subtracting bitches 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 fuckin' lights]
Power out in sector 4 go settle scores
Mike Lee, clutch as the fucking come
Snipin' three's like Chris Kyle from deep
We some sharpshooters, with the absurdest aim
Mediocre fucks best bet, reverse your aim
Fuck your rhythm only dead fish go with the flow
We play, to our own, motherfucking metronome
Man to man, zone, no matter the plan, holmes
I got the lock, tumble pick to make the padlocks drop
Faster than hot bitches drop they tops
Toss they bras, anarchists, whippin' fuckin' 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]

[Verse 2: andyFKNhastings]
JENKINSSSSSSS flip syde AJAXXXXXX
A turf territory we control the paint
Huffin' it, snuffin' it, insufflation of fuckin' hits
Got the, block, on lock
Windexin' the glass like twin Dennis Rodmans on Ritalin
Like oh four Ben, Wallace bred Piston kids
Shredding harder than Jimi Hendrix did/
Wit his guitar and every other fuckin instrument
Pussies get precision kicked, in the fuckin' clitoris
I'll lay u out, like a, fucking rag doll
Every foul flagrant, NBA in the 80s
You hear me call for the lob, then SLAM
The jam reverberates, and thats the last ya heard
That'll be a wrap, end of half, close the curtains yo

[Verse 3: andyFKNhastings]
We deliver treatment, with no antidote
So, thread and prep for lethal inject
Dexter slamming spinal syringes needles to necks
Our starting five'll cripple your best, so its in your best
Interest to invest in a better bench
And learn how to talk, shit out ya neck
We'll blow your fucking head off, then wink at the ref [BLAOW!]
You some bitches, gossiping, with a gift for gab
Well guess what? We got a gift for that
Runnin' your mouth gets a gun shoved in it now
Suck on my pocket shotty, both barrels
And [eat this], it's like you flame fellatio
Cep't now its twelve gauge t' give brain t' bro

[Verse 4: andyFKNhastings]
It's old wounds i open
Like a thoracic incision, to your fucking throat when
I Boa constrict your windpipes and crack your trachea
It's choke artists I make of yall
At a loss of oxygen, from punctured lungs
You's about to be the byproduct, of a young
Bob, Knight, on fucking choking spree
Players lifted off they feet
Please don't go provoke him please
Sign next to the dotted line, for a nightmare package
Courtesy
Of the sickest fucking faction
Whether balling, heavyBINGE drinking or penning diss raps
It don't matter, fuck, I could dispatch
A Siberian Dick monkey, to bitch slap
Go monkey go ape shit, spit in your faces

[Verse 5: andyFKNhastings]
Fuck an interlude, verse 4 exit wounds
We conduct, like an orchestra
Five units in unison motion fluid congruent-est
Puppeteer plucking fucking strings that steer
Opposition into oncoming traffic, oh fuck
Demolition trucks equipped with snow plow attachments
Severed brake lines, gridlock no traction
Cars crashing, scream help seat belts no latches
One big metaphor for just how tragic a fucking accident
For just how badly and bandaged, Dirty Pross'll beat your ass
Game, set, fucking match
From A-town to Illadel to Jersey to anywhere
To fucking anywhere