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When I was 10, my father put a bulletin my mother's heart...
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...rattled off some cryptic shitabout the rent being due...
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...and then he put a slug in his own head.
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With that levelof Jackson-family-on-crack-type dysfunction...
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...it's no wonder I turned out the way I did.
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My name is Malik Bishopand I'm a professional hit man.
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Until a month ago,I was the hardest, coldest bastard...
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...to screw a silencer on a pistol.
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I know what you're thinking:"What kind of a moral existence is that?
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"Professional hit man."
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The way I see it, the world is full of people that,quite frankly, we all could do without.
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Some will argue that I'm one of them,but I digress.
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I would say that I was a custodianof anthropological refuse.
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Meaning, I kill motherfuckers that are worthless.
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Which leads me to my current dilemma.
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That's my target, Cynda Griffie.Kind of cute, huh?
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So, check this: 7:00 a.m.,she does 30 minutes on the treadmill...
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...followed by yoga, then a hot bath.
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Me? I do 30 minutes of shadowboxingfollowed by calisthenics...
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...watching her take a hot bath.
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You can see by now that I'm one of those,what you call, complex black men.
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Yeah, that's right, I'm complex.But don't get it twisted.
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