Killer Krom - Tymo

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