[Verse 1 ghostface killah]

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 off, thrown off the boat

Guillotine, nigga, 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

Domo style, cut up and stuffed in the fridge

And maybe washed up and show around thunder 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 nigga out til he one with the pavement

[Verse 3 masta killa]

Torture, he's gruely peaking at the meeting

Suspicions of him being a rat, even worse than cheating

I'm cold reaking of ice picks, scratch and sticks and closed fists

Brassknuckle still toe kicks

Crack ribs, punch your lungs, hard weaving

He's gasping and wheezing for air, his breath he can't catch

He clinches the shirt on his chest

In a dying effort to reveal his last will before he was killed

[Verse 4 u-god]

First thing first, I chopped their head to their fingertips

Butcher knife your torso, chop off 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 just polluted it

Your miss was a snitch too? shotgun killed the bitch

Leave you in the wilderness, suffocated and scarred up

Your brother want more too, blow his fucking car up

[Verse 5 killa sin]

Remember homocide city, murder mystery efficiently

Delete your fucking history broke bone, missing teeth

Throw bones memory, brings on the triple beam

All topped and chopped up, my luck is a mr clean

Clorax and vicious steam sterilized the whole scene

Photograph your death so I can spread it to your whole team

I won't leave a trace of evidence for the case

It's sinister to finish it, hid with the man with no face

[Verse 6 masta killa]

Red wine and pink pill

Unknowingly that this would be his last meal

Cut the voice, made the field, six inch stiletto heel

Kept his refills filled

Til he like s kept him still for the real deal

Hitman from brooklyn, tommy gun specialist

[?] sipped cavasier at the bar then waited till she lit a cigar

Then sprayed

Them shatter wine glass he layed, he never saw it coming

[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 smoking 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 the trashcan

Cell catchin scene look clean as a whistle

Ghost carved to your skin tissue til your bone grizzle