[Verse] Dress code tailored, fiber wire strangler, Silent steps, ghostly, trigger pull mangler. Disguises sharper than a barber's blade routine, Crowds parting ways, unseen—I'm the in-between. [Chorus] Cold as the chamber, silent as the breeze, Hitman moves steady, enemies on their knees. Barcodes bless me, death’s artisan in suit, Hitman 2—chess moves, calculated brute. [Verse 2] Bangkok rooftops to Miami heat, Silent assassin, each move discrete. Conducting death symphonies, missions on repeat, Bodies disappear, cleaners keep the street neat. [Bridge] Nobody notices, whispers in the airflow, One look wrong, and your lifeline narrows. Puppeteer of panic, pulling at the strings, World a chessboard, I’m the king of kings. [Chorus] Cold as the chamber, silent as the breeze, Hitman moves steady, enemies on their knees. Barcodes bless me, death’s artisan in suit, Hitman 2—chess moves, calculated brute. [Verse 3] Paris nights, pistols with suppressors, Offing crime lords leaving no successors. Briefcases loaded with more than just stocks, Lethal precision unfolds in ticking clocks.
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