[Skit]
Oh my God, what the fuck is that??
Dude, what the fuck is that??
[*Heavy breathing and running*]
Oh shit
Oh my Gosh

[Intro: Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
This is the long drop method, supposed to be more humane
Measure your height and your weight to break your neck when you hang
Sometimes they use a short drop or they use a crane
Either way the victim dies in agonizing pain
But if the calculations incorrect when the rope's set
The rope will rip the head right off a motherfucker's neck
My appointment at the gallows, X emerging from the shadows
With a vendetta better, who wanna battle?
Man, you gon' get whipped and flogged
Shackled to an A-frame
Beaten full force until you can't repeat your own name
Until you smell the smell of burning flesh (Yes)
Keep you alive until you pray for death (Yes)
Drawn and quartered, disemboweled 'til there's nothing left
Saudi Arabia - amputation for petty theft
Ling Chi translated this - "the lingering death"
A rubber tire filled with gas around your arms and chest
Set you on fire, turn your body to a melted mess
Ask the ANC about that South African necklace
Go ahead and pick your poison, get what's coming to you
Call me the brazen bull, I came to fucking kill you
[Chorus: RBX]
Aww, must I come through merciless?
Bequeath me with that bullshit you utter
Uncut raw, what, and we ride through
And always remember that death will come on swift wings
Anyone who wan' come test it now, and we now bid you whatever
I came to kill

[Verse 2: Xzibit]
Yeah
Hands behind your back, shackled and I force you to kneel
Shoot you in the back of the head, send your family the bill
For what the bullets cost, I'm on my China shit
Eye for an Eye, waterboard you like my government
Impaled and left at the front gates
You should hear the sound a broken arm, rib and leg makes When being pulled apart
Call it the breaking wheel
My inquisition is Spanish, mi corazon es frio
No compassion, don't expect it when I fucking see you
Lethal Injection is my profession, loading up my needles
My Iron Maiden ain't caucasian or Asian
The information received by the ancient art of persuasion
I'm 'bout to drop like a guillotine
The cut is quick and clean
I promise you won't feel a thing
I'll never kiss the ring
I'd rather storm the castle, kill the king
Then set fire to fucking everything