[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, yo, yo, there's a dozen ways to die, six million ways to do it
Let's go through it, my mind flow like fluid
Torture, chop your legs up, thrown off the boat
Guillotine, n***a, one chop to the throat
Suffocation, Saran-wrapping your face
Buried alive, throw a few nails in the case
Manslaughter, eight degrees of separation
Leave your body chopped up in a piece, that's mutilation

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Six million ways to die, cyanide in your drink
Catch a Cuban necktie for your mink
Dahmer style, cut up and stuffed in the fridge
And maybe washed up ashore and found under the bridge
Hit him with the whip, drag him half a block
Machete or the sock full of padlocks
Chainsaw, switch your medication
Stomp a n***a out 'til he one with the pavement

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
Torture, he's gruely peakin' at the meetin'
Suspicions of him bein' a rat? Even worse than cheatin'
I'm cold reekin' of ice picks, scratch and sticks and closed fists
Brass knuckle, steel-toe kicks
Cracked ribs, punctured lungs, hard breathin'
He's gaspin' and wheezin' for air, his breath he can't catch
He clenches the shirt on his chest
In a dyin' effort to reveal his last will before he was killed
[Verse 4: U-God]
First things first, I chop your head to your fingertips
Butcher knife your torso, chop up your ligaments
Make sure it's legitimate, conceal all my fingerprints
Chop, chop your body up quick, then get rid of it
A hole in the desert, body bag, just polluted it
Your miss was a snitch too? Shotgun killed the bitch
Leave her in the wilderness, suffocated, scarred up
Your brother want more too, blow his fucking car up

[Verse 5: Killa Sin]
Another homicide city, murder mystery efficiently
Delete your fucking history, broke bone, missing teeth
Throw bones, it's slippery, brings on the triple beam
All topped and chopped up, mop buckets of Mr. Clean
Clorox and Bissell steam sterilized the whole scene
Photograph your death so I can spread it to your whole team
But won't leave a trace of evidence for the case
It's sinister to finish it, hit with the man with no face

[Verse 6: Masta Killa]
Red wine and pink veal
Unknowingly that this would be his last meal
Comfortable he's made to feel, six-inch stiletto heel
Kept his refills filled
Titties like big ass kept him still for the real deal
Hitman from Brooklyn, Tommy gun specialist
Our one accomplice sipped Courvoisier at the bar
Then waited 'til she lit a cigar then sprayed
In shattered wine glass he lay, he never saw it comin'
[Verse 7: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, murder one, bullets went fast through the flesh
I cocked the sawed-off shotty, put a hole in your chest
Blow your lungs out, I've seen you been smokin' for years
You got no heart, I'll hunt you down like Cape Fear
Push your brains out the back of your head, blow off your hands
Leave your body in a dumpster, head in a trash can
Cell-catching scene look clean as a whistle
Ghost carved through your skin tissue 'til the bone gristle