Converted (Explicit)

Composed by：James Bostick

I am a murder machine

I'm a person immersed in the scene

I've converted

I don't go to church in between

My murders extreme

I tried to murder the supreme

We'd get a lot more done

If we worked as a team

I've researched the scene

I learn a person's routines

I wear a disguise

I tuck in my shirt to my jeans

I'm extra careful

I wait 'til the surface is clean

Held my breath 'til I turned green

Our pistols are in our jackets

Yours is in it's original package

In mint condition mine comes with additional baggage

Murder becomes real simple

It's criminal practice

It's hard evidence

The prints are identical matches

My shot's in your mind state

Into mental blackness

Leave you sleepin' on the floor

Oriental mattress

Murder murder ashes to ashes my guns leave

Niggas bored to death

That's Zach Galifianakis

I love death and crime

Even more than I could express in rhyme

I feel young again

It's like I'm in my second prime

Besides the murders I'm a regular guy

I'm like you

I put my pants on one leg at a time

For the most part I forget who I offend

I feel bad forgive me Father for I have sinned

I give my enemies plenty of chances to see me bleed

If at first you don't succeed

Then try again

I'm irredeemable for me to get into Heaven

It'd be easier to pull a camel through a needle

Not much of a challenge

But I prefer using my talents

To try to unequal the balance of good and evil

I'm on a mission for prisoners

Anyone'll do there's nobody in particular

I'm playin' with fire and runnin' with scissors

But people learn to turn the other cheek

Gotta hate the sin love the sinner