Assassination

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One, two
 Yeah
 Step inside the building and I'm walking like a killer
 Looking for the others, feeling that no one is iller
 Wrapping up the bodies then I lock them in the chiller
 Falling like Frazier when he lost it in Manila
 People always wanting us to go and kill the fakers off
 And I got the right ingredients to go make a bomb
 Show you in the thoughts when the blast tear your faces off
 You see me standing in the ashes when the flames are gone
 On the top floor, rifle in my grasp
 Plus there's another three snipers in the grass
 Pop your heads up while your driving in your car
 That's a massacre, now your brain is your passenger
 Aim it in your daytime, playlist the Merken Man
 Flippin on the daily, but I don't work at Burger King
 Up from the underground, stealth when we're surfacing
 Leaving you bloody pa, and all on your furnishings
 So sharp I cut silk in the river
 Leave your head gone before you see the shot, man, you will flicker
 As I paint a picture, deep in ancient China
 Throw smoke bombs so thick, you can't finda
 Picture in the background, bodies getting hacked down
 Heads falling off when we finally let the axe down
 Keep the ear to the ground, listening for the crickets
 Learn the art of war, now I sleep with the spirits
 Living stranger stands as the remainder, in danger
 See, the beat is my retainer
 I do the shogun a favor and save you
 Even a hundred man deep, watching way through
 See me chilling, brought the hot pot plate
 I need to fight you to the death like Hakuna Tate
 Watch the skies turn grey, when my ninjas creep up on ya
 Rip your heart out of your chest, just to feel your pain
 Slay with tongue, not the type to way from gun
 Hit your pressure points, walk away calm, don't run
 Always moving with my face to the sun
 Turn rolling around the time to the fake and begun
 Take the hits, right the names down
 Do this for the story that they tell when I came 'round
 Always high, but I never sat along the same ground
 Waiting for the rain clouds
 Wash away the footprints, travel through deranged towns
 Trained for combat, but really you on that?
 I see descending like a scene out of Ong-Bak
 There's no masters, no needing for contracts
 'Cause people disappear overnight and don't come back
 Write the scriptures, what they depict is another loss for the London heart but we're the victors
 You get it? Blood is addictive
 On some sick shit, won't stop 'til there is no one on the hit list
 I'm killing slappers, kids, animals and rappers
 Cashing list pack of bulls, slapping off your sac puss
 I bring madness, with a dagger, I bring sadness
 Stare you in the eyes until you collapse into blackness
 In the garden shed I sit waiting
 Playing with my razor blade, and mate, I ain't shaving
 Scraping, bathing in the blood stains naked
 Playing chess with Ted Bundy's best mates hating
 Dreams of raping a boy band's member in the face
 I'm chopping of his bollocks with a spade
 There's not a lot of promise in my brain
 Like God, am I insane
 With a shotgun, I wander in the rain
 You ain't got one when I cop one in your face
 I blow your fucking long enough to ponder on the pain
 I take you shopping round the hospital of A. I. D. S.
 I ain't popular, I ain't wrong and I ain't stopping 'til the grave
 I assassinate, lacerate and decapitate
 Hack you up with racko rage, wrap you up in some cassette
 His body parts depicts the art and stop to fill in the plans today
 This man's insane, mad, deranged, assassin with a phantom face
 Target's on a creature back to cut them open, hand and face
 Body's down, the caught him squirming, kill them with a handgrenade like bang!
 'Cause I'm a cold-blood killer
 Cold blooded, no fucking, don't crush it, full cut in
 Assassin with the passion for damaging man's anthem
 Holding him ransom, smacking him with hammers, he's lat blacker than Marilyn Manson
 Man's sleek, flashy, fancy, bare hitching handsome
 With things, kick boy hit a ramp, he banging but then dismantle
 I'm ambushing gangsters with standards
 I'm involving the bang with the hangers
 Go take a free Bible, we're burning the cash to ashes
 Quicker than rappers making the victims vanish
 Saving a trapper, we giving them a drink of waters
 I know it's liquid acid, that's dramatic
 Assassin hidden in the dark, here to take them out
 Trained in one Martial art, that's the dirty mouth
 Won't stop until there's big piles of bodies
 Smoke bombs disappear, collecting heads for a hobby
 Assassin hidden in the dark, here to take them out
 Trained in one Martial art, that's the dirty mouth
 Won't stop until there's big piles of bodies
 Smoke bombs disappear, collecting heads for a hobby
 

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Duration
04:00
Key
6
Tempo
92 BPM

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