I Got Reasons

You know what I fucking hate? When they're about to fucking get it, you know? I mean, some clients clam up. Most people, though, it's 'I got a baby' or 'I take care of my Grandma'. Like I give a fuck if some motherfucker's got a Grandma. Like ... oh shit, this bitch might have relatives and endeavors and dreams and shit. And my motherfucking ass was too stupid ... that's the part that fucking kills me ... I'm too stupid to think that in my line of work some of my clients might have families. Or might race midgets for the blind on the weekend or some shit. Like it never it occurred to me. And I'm ... what? I'm supposed to be like 'yo, this one time it's cool, but stay out of trouble, son' and ruffle a motherfucker's hair or some shit? That's the part that kills me. And sometimes you just fucking do it, you know, quick. But, sometimes, I like to explain it. Like 'it don't matter if you're my long lost brother ... it don't matter if there's a Jesus cause this shit don't concern him ... it don't matter if I'm dying and you got the cure for cancer. It's done already.'  I watch 'em crawl and beg and it actually makes me feel sick, sometimes. Now, most of the time I just do it quick. Killing is easy. It's that fucking thirty seconds before the boom.