Pink Mist (feat. Menacide & Saint Sinna)

They are sharpshooters who can hit the hearts of their targets from three-quarters of a mile away. An impossible shot for you and me, to them it's just another day at sniper's paradise

I've mastered the blueprint of your crib and the pastures

Studied the whole map to the path where the back is

I got the whole fucking perimeter captured

Padlocks and man them snapshots of the rafters

Front to backwards, I've mastered your movements

I know when you leave, when you're back, when you're snoozing

I know where the booth is, the place where you practice

The bedroom, the bathroom, the basement, the address

I'm a savage, an ace at forensics

I made me a path of escape through the fences

A passage awaits where they take you to trenches

Then bash up your face with them gauges, relentless

You can bet this is not just a message

You set this in motion and opened a death wish

I'm relentless, take this song and stick it to a Post-It note that says "If I die, this is who did it"

Pink mist, the slug exit out of my range

And expose the whole fucking inside of your brains

Pink mist, it cover your clothes in brain matter

I got three-hundred and fifty-thousand ways to splatter

Pink mist, the slug exit out of my range

And expose the whole fucking inside of your brains

Pink mist, it cover your clothes in brain matter

I got three-hundred and fifty-thousand ways to splatter

I've been watching you for a while now, I know where you reside now

I study your every move and even know where you lie down

I've been waiting for a minute to finally get it finished

For the perfect opportunity to carry out your sentence

I found a window that's tinted so you don't see it coming

I got the silencer so no bystanders start screaming and running

The range is five-hundred yards beyond the backyard

The weapon's state-of-the-art, so no missing from this far

It's hitting real hard so you instantly dead

And with my shells you'll be lucky if you even have a head

Left, right, last day I've been pacing

Up here in this tower just patiently waiting

Check the watch, it's almost ten minutes to four

In just a matter of moments you'll walk through that door

My arm's sore, you walk in and my fucking heart stops

I put my eye to the scope and it's time to take the shot

Pink mist, the slug exit out of my range

And expose the whole fucking inside of your brains

Pink mist, it cover your clothes in brain matter

I got three-hundred and fifty-thousand ways to splatter

Pink mist, the slug exit out of my range

And expose the whole fucking inside of your brains

Pink mist, it cover your clothes in brain matter

I got three-hundred and fifty-thousand ways to splatter

In this case the, uh, the attacker, the sniper got a little bit closer to his target than he has in the past. And may, according to one or two eye-witness accounts, may have emerged from a vehicle and raised his rifle and fired. I-in the view of more than one witness