Fokus - Lista

I was never afraid of handles, just as I never thought they'd catch me and I'd get nabbed.
Hunting me down.
And when I got shot in the arm, I thought about what would be left of me - a list and those three hundred grand.
My blood soaks into my clothes.
I feel like I'm sliding down the wall.
It's bad, but not fatal.
I still have a task.
Finally, I know the answer to the question: who is that man over there?
I shiver.
Time for confession.
I grab the air like a pro with tweezers.
The best part is they shot "it" so no one will ever find out anything about "it."

Full list, I know the names, in my notes, cash for a close shot.
One spark, half a canister - hasta la vista. x2

I couldn't care less about it, but they were collecting data on them,
everything was cataloged, they had their ears and eyes everywhere.
They knew who, what, where, with whom, and how they were talking and what about.
Industry news, hundreds of parties, contacts.
Different language, ties, and pacts.
One night, my sponsors presented me with a performance:
you will play the role of the executioner on the stage.
I think - bullshit, he knows how to handle it himself.
Enlightenment - I know the trade, I think so: for ease, I'll send two...
for a few bucks a job.

Full list, I know the names, in my notes, cash for a close shot.
One spark, half a canister - hasta la vista. x2

It was a mistake, I suppose, that you can't keep your hands clean.
My verdict cools people off.
I took the gun thinking "die" and "burn."
I didn't even leave the house, it was him.
A shot rang out, then I ran like a horse, galloping,
the second shot damn near tore off my hand,
the third one barely missed my temple.
Blood spilled, I felt anger, like the jungle's call of the lion -
so they got scared against their will...
and when I got shot in the arm, I thought about what would be left of me - a list and those three hundred grand...

Full list, I know the names, in my notes, cash for a close shot.
One spark, half a canister - hasta la vista. x2