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There's a job, a job to be done

It ain't really pretty, but I'm the one

It takes a sick mind, and criminal intent

Cause the job I do, is short and quick

i'll take out a contact, for a small fee

Another man's life, means nothing to me

Cash on delivery, in all unmarked bills

No "We'll pay up later", and no shady deals

I kill for profit

Death, my aim

Assassination

Is my game

When my work is done, it's always done right

There's no time for you to put up a fight

With my high-powered rifle, and infra-red scope

When I'm after you, there isnt much hope

Thrown in the river, with concrete shoes

Running is senseless, you know that you'll lose

With the blink of an eye, an ominous glow

A flash of the blade is the last thing you'll know

I kill for profit

Death, my aim

Assassination

Is my game

I look my victim in the eye

Their life force drains so fast

Pitiful pleas won't save you now

This breath will be your last

My life is a game, the hunter and the prey

One man's death is another mans pay

Survival of the fittest, only the strong survive

I have to kill to stay alive

One of these days, the tables will turn

When the hunter is the hunted, I know that I'll burn

When the day comes, i won't be surprised

I'll find the sights set on me, straight between my eyes

I kill for profit

Death, my aim

Assassination

Is my game