[Hook: Sneering clinical male MC, sneering, full chest] Nothing personal, I just came for the pests Tank on my back and a hiss in my breath Clear the whole building, no questions, no guests Nothing personal, I just came for the pests [Verse 1: Sneering clinical male MC, sneering, precise] White van, no logo, the Delmar at ten Landlord on the sidewalk with a gold-plated pen Pinky ring, loafers, a smile like a blade Says "this place is crawling, and I want it all sprayed" Gloves on, mask on, I don't ask why I'm the man that you call when you want something to die Clipboard, flashlight, I do it by the book Crawlspace, cabinet, every crack, every nook But I walked that building from the boiler to the roof And the only thing crawling was the cold, that's the proof [Hook: Sneering clinical male MC, sneering, full chest] Nothing personal, I just came for the pests Tank on my back and a hiss in my breath Clear the whole building, no questions, no guests Nothing personal, I just came for the pests [Verse 2: Sneering clinical male MC, sneering, colder] Third floor, Ms. Pruitt with a space heater on Kid doing homework on a bucket till dawn Man on the fourth who been working two shifts Grandma in 5C with a stove that don't lift Not one roach, not a rat, not a single wing Just a leak in the ceiling and a boiler that sings Called him on the phone, said "sir, I found the source" He said "those are the pests, spray till they leave, of course" I said "copy that," clean, professional, nice Folded up the order and I folded it twice [Bridge: Sneering clinical male MC, tarp over, the beat goes muffled like it is under canvas, then the hiss comes back loud] Up the hill to the house with the iron gate Big white columns and a pool on the estate Tent goes up like a circus in the dark Whole house wrapped tight from the roof to the park New work order in my glovebox, crisp and clean One pest, adult male, the worst I've seen [Verse 3: Sneering clinical male MC, sneering, slow and final] Now he's in a motel with his gold-plated pen Calling up the city like they'd ever call him again Three days of fumes, that's the standard rate Long enough for the paper to come through the gate Tenants own the building now, the paper's all signed Pruitt got a heater and the boiler's realigned I don't take sides, man, I take out what bites And the only thing biting was the man with the rights [Final Hook: Sneering clinical male MC, sneering, full chest] Nothing personal, I just came for the pests Tank on my back and a hiss in my breath Clear the whole building, no questions, no guests Nothing personal, I just came for the pests [Outro: Sneering clinical male MC, sneering, the hiss rings out and fades] Nothing personal Have a nice day [End]
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