Converted

[Verse 1] I am a murder machine I'm a person immersed in the scene I've converted, I don't go into church in between My murders extreme, I tried to murder the supreme We get a lot more done if we work as a team I've researched the scene, I learn a person's routines I wear a disguise, I tuck in my shirt to my jeans I'm extra careful, I wait 'til the surface is clean Held my breath 'til I turned green Our pistols are in our jackets Yours is in its original package In mint condition, mine comes with additional baggage Murder becomes real simple, it's criminal practice It's hard evidence, the prints are identical matches My shot's in your mind state, into mental blackness Leave you sleepin' on the floor, oriental mattress Murder, murder, ashes to ashes, my guns leave Niggas bored to death, that's Zach Galifianakis [Verse 2] I love death and crime Even more than I could express in rhyme I feel young again, it's like I'm in my second prime Besides the murders I'm a regular guy, I'm like you I put my pants on one leg at a time For the most part I forget who I offend I feel bad, forgive me Father for I have sinned I give my enemies plenty of chances to see me bleed If at first you don't succeed, then try again! I'm irredeemable, for me to get into Heaven It'd be easier to pull a camel through a needle Not much of a challenge, but I prefer using my talents To try to unequal the balance of good and evil I'm on a mission for prisoners Anyone'll do, there's nobody in particular I'm playin' with fire and runnin' with scissors But people learn to turn the other cheek Gotta hate the sin, love the sinner!