Killer Krom

Fart is on the loose, a contract upon his head
I need a gun, that shoots anti matter
Your friendly neighbourhood intergalactic assassin
A death machine

Take my card, KM Kills
Building rapport, A death sale
No code of ethics, I murder anyone anywhere
I just love killing

Here I go, Here I kill

"KILL" you're on the hit list
"GUN" shoots anti-matter
"DEATH" my bread and butter
"SPITE" it's all a business

My target can't die from regular matter
I shall add the anti to the latter
Oh boy, here I go kill

On the roof, the hunt is on
I love you babe, it's time for killing
Grapple down, through the vents
Snap this neck, snap that neck

Hanging from the ceiling pipes
Sawing through, the metal wall
Murder the final guard, cut off his air, use his prints
The door opens

Here I go, Here I kill

Target in sight
Gun is raised and pointing
"CRASH", there's a space ship
Crushing my life into fatal death