Taxi Driver

I'm no methodical cab driver you know.
I keep every journery audacious.
Drive around and talk conversations.
Entertaining into your' thoughts,real loquacious.
People enjoy my company, take my details to.
But we all know it's not for fun and nights out.
I know what they want me to do.
Phone me, take them around.
Free rides, turn the music up loud.

Now like I said I'm no methodical person.
Any trouble beside me and nothing will worsen.
You see I protect my customers.
Like the brush in the hand of a dustman.
Like the wife in the arms of her husband.

Now, what I just been saying.
Well it was all pure bullshit.
By day I'm a taxi driver.
By night I'm a contract killer.
Executioner- triggerman- assassin.

Say it how you please.
In the end I gurantee you will not be laughing.
It's on the contract, from my main contact.
Those scums that asked for my details.
Are in my pit, slit as I tortured them.
With the lava and coal spit.
That girl who asked for some music.
Told me to move it, in my car drunk and became sick.
Is in my basement alive, sick from sucking my dick.
Rape her nightly and make her scream.
She tried to run.
Ijust shot her in the ankle.
With my pistol gun.
Not for no contract.
But for my fun.

I've done six contract hits.
About to make Seven.
As I reveal this Mac-eleven.

*Bang*