[Intro] Intel locked it in after the slide on that low end killer dealer— the scorched warehouse off South Pulaski Road, just south of 22nd Street in Cicero. Condemned shell from the big fire a couple years back, boarded up, perfect hideout for the M.s.13 B.S. My recon showed the lowest crew count at any hour was four. All of them armed. I hate touching guns, but I brought the Beretta and the combat shoty anyway. Four bodies tonight. No more, no less. [Hook] Warehouse shadows, four hearts on the clock Reaper sliding silent, no mercy, no talk (no yappin') Steel in the air, but the vest got my back Pull the trigger only when the iron bites back Cicero night, flames gonna rise (uh huh) Four down clean, then the whole place dies [Verse 1] Crept through the loading dock, rusted doors creaking low, one guard posted by the pallets stacked in rows Bare hands only, no noise, slipped behind him in the dark, forearm locked around the throat, veins popping, y'all know (argh!) He kicked once, twice, feet scraping concrete, body twitching hard while I squeezed the life out slow Dropped him limp behind the forklift, no blood, no sound, just the quiet of a body going cold [bang] [Verse 2] Second dude in the office corner, counting bricks under a dim bulb, back turned, headphones on, oblivious to the reaper (shhh) Knife from my boot, quick flash across the neck, warm spray hitting the desk, he gurgled once then folded like paper No scream, no shot, just the wet collapse on the floor, blood pooling under the ledgers he was faking (nah, he dead) Wiped the blade clean on his jacket, stepped over the mess — two down, room still quiet, no alarms waking [Verse 3] Third one heard the body drop, spun with the pistol barking, rounds popping off the walls, [ricochet sound] one caught my vest dead center Felt the thud like a sledgehammer hit, but the plates held firm, no penetration, just fire in my chest from the pressure Beretta up fast, two shots center mass, he jerked back into some glass, blood mist painting the metal Dropped the iron, watched him slide down slow, eyes wide in shock — three gone, one left to go [Verse 4] Last guy full panic, gun in hand, blasting wild from the catwalk, pellets raining sparks and concrete chips One bullet grazed my cloak, [gunshots] but the vest took the rest, I racked the combat pump, boom echoed through the ribs Buckshot tore his chest open, ribs cracking loud, he tumbled off the rail screaming all the way down Landed in a heap of twisted steel and his own guts — four bodies stacked, warehouse now my ground [Hook] Warehouse shadows, four hearts on the clock Reaper sliding silent, no mercy, no talk (no yappin') Steel in the air, but the vest got my back Pull the trigger only when the iron bites back Cicero night, flames gonna rise (uh huh) Four down clean, then the whole place dies [Outro] Poured the gas across every corpse, every brick, every trace of the fenty they were running Struck the match, watched the flames climb the walls, orange glow swallowing the whole damn building Cicero sky lit up red while I walked out the side door, [Sirens blaring} sirens already distant and too late Four fentanyl ghosts erased, warehouse turned to ash — clean slate, no survivors, no debate. R.I.P Cous
