Assassins

In 2013 the world government placed sanctions
 Against free thinking individuals
 In order to force people to adhere to one way of life
 An independently organization called
 Hired 100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters
 Where the files of the enslaved people were kept
 Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured and executed
 Only three remained
 The third of which was said to own an arsenal
 That would rival and entire city's police force
 The second was rumored to be able to move
 Throughout space and time, and the first one
 Fasten your seat belts for the last of the three assassins on earth
 The first flashing her purse where the heat's stashed
 They call me Jean McCoy, beast in thee employ, deploy deplorable
 Through audible destructive actions, attractive decoy
 Then pass it to Troy, after, I'm passing your life over
 He'll deliver in through river Styx, Hades
 I'm cold, deliberate, ladies, my foes limited
 Pray me some praise, whisper it
 Stay on your toes, villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling
 Blistering lines packed in sick, stick to spine
 Racked with a sick mind, trapped in thick bitch frame
 Drug you with strychnine, in nine drinks
 You drunk and it's my kidney, you dick-brain
 I'm just itching to slit veins, stitch lines, Rick James
 Fuck yo lives, sip brains, bitches
 Niggas, kick rocks, or kick rhymes, it's to the pain
 Liquor riddled liver, sieve in it, sipping it like Capri Sun
 Ignint as ever, she's clever, equivalent be none
 A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion
 You got the gall, bastard, to brawl with the broad brashest?
 The balls in your court, pass it but warning, fall faster
 Than asses with age slack on the back of a Kardashian
 The walls crash in, you all on the floor gasping
 The gas pour in the corridor, racking your jaws, blacking out
 Catch Grae backing out the back door cackling
 Still make it back to the bar for last call, two
 They ask me why I'm highly regarded as God body, probably
 Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis and Bob Marley
 Radical, never skateboard slang like gnarly, more like
 Weed in my whip on the way to get top like Charles Barkley
 You are hardly prepared to spar with a marksman, spark me
 I'm Gambit with the ace of spades, I'm mastering archery
 Venculi, venicular, particularly the vernacular
 Specifically to fit so when I spit, it's spectacular and accurate
 When I attack, I'm more legend that Acura
 Flip Bloomberg the bird bitch, more blood than Blackula
 More crip that cryptic scriptures, encrypted with backwards vernacular
 Plus sicker than most and Glen Close in fatal attraction
 I am that nigga for real, per capita
 Smacking the rapper that uses the term swagger after
 These three assassins get the ass-whipping
 Prepare for a professional ass-kicking
 Shape shift, spit hollow tip clips, mainly sick, ain't he?
 Mind Control, make you shoot your best friend in the face
 Dick Cheney, my life is like a documentary film
 Depicted in black and white flicks grainy
 Geronimo
 I'm at Guantanamo Bay taking pic in a Captain Morgan pose
 With my left foot on a pile of detainees screaming
 "We Are Renegades, fuck you pay, me"
 I be riding 'round with a stripper slash burlesque model
 I make it pop like my cock in a Durex condom
 I'm a opposite artist, I find irony, In going from being
 Like a stone in grass to rocking the Garden
 The same irony as going from fully automatic in the backyard
 To having the whole machine behind me
 I take my Australian bitch and show her some other things
 She know my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody brain
 Don't try to get familiar if I don't feel you in person
 I'll flip the script and I accidentally kill you on purpose
 The bat is what I'm flailing, I got so many furs
 PETA gon' paint splash me when they see me
 No matter what I'm wearing
 Your bitch about to open up, sniff some blow off my dick
 Guess you can say she on my coke and nuts
 I'm on point like Chris Paul
 You on point like and an Atlantic City hooker that licks balls
 I'm 'bout to flip in this bitch like Dominique Dawes
 And shuts shit down like a car when it stalls
 I am the deadliest rapper, you claiming that you flow like water
 But really y'all niggas Evian backwards
 Marshall hit the jackpot with this flow that I got
 I'm knowing I'm hot, it's my show to stop holding my crotch
 My whip cleaner that Amish men and honest inns
 Two dimes with me like I'm a twin 'cause I'm a 10
 Okay, I'm in