Assassin. Assassins.

Limb separation bone isolation.
 Nothing to do but to decapitate these words
 Oh yeah
 Abrasive allergic inhaling detergent
 Eating the last of the words that were urgent oh yeah
 This little girly wants to get to the action
 Rob another bank and win a reaction
 Didn't know she owned a gun
 Didn't know she'd shoot that gun
 Com on baby grab that cash and get in the car
 Hit the gas
 The cops will catch up crazy fast
 Come on baby drive
 I cant believe you shot that guy
 You better hope he doesn't die
 This time there ain't no alibi faster baby drive
 God! NO! what have we done?
 Bonnie and Clyde on the run, on the run
 This time your
 Tricky-tricky-tricky tricks
 Are more than just scaring me
 They're making me sick
 Babies in blenders and insect intestines
 Nothing to eat but stained glass in heaven, man
 Oh yeah
 Nodding my head to the dancing dead
 You'd be so surprised what the skeleton said, man
 He said "...oh yeah"
 Who'd ever think we would be 21?
 Our faces will change but these places stay fun
 Bonnie looked so beautiful biting at her cuticles
 I'd never thought we'd get his far.
 I never thought you'd stop this car
 Shoot a guy and break my heart
 Oh baby
 You get me high
 Dancing in the rain that night
 Puddles dripping from your eyes
 The greatest day of our lives
 Maybe we should have died
 Oh man look what we've done
 We've suited our hearts
 From the words off our tongues
 This time your itty bitty-bitty bones
 Will lock up inside you and not let you go
 Huh?
 Bonnie sails over the ocean
 My bonnie sails over the sea
 Wont you please bring back please bring back
 My bonnie to me
 Now I know what this girls all about
 She'll hold you!
 Fuck you!
 Stick a gun in your mouth!
 Call me romantic
 Or call me naive
 I spilled my own blood to save her heart
 From the streets that she'll leave
 You know what those damn cops will do if they find you
 They'll cuff you
 Or shoot you
 Don't let them find you
 You know what would happen
 When you let this all happen
 You're dead
 Or you're happy
 I hope that you're happy, baby
 She was my bonnie my one and only my wifey my homey
 Molded controlled me slowly showed me
 Its only dough
 You hold me boldly coldly like a .9
 Use me cock me back and blow my mind
 You're the thought behind my rhyme design
 For quite some time
 This life of crime has showed no sign of ending
 Almost spouses running into house
 Blouses doused in blood
 Shouting "get down n empty the clout out of your trousers"
 Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my baby by my side
 Those baby blue eyes hypnotize
 Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip secure on your thigh
 Never slipping she's gripping
 Smith n Wesson dressed in fishnets stretching from toe to heaven
 Bonnie blessing bank with bullet flanks that blow whole ranks to waste
 Lower than worthy women wibble wobble when wielding weight
 Disintegrate when placed in these crazy ape states
 These situations got me craving the rush
 So much I want to reach out and touch
 Clutch your bullets load your nuts
 Finger fuck the rust off your trigger
 Hear you hush
 Chamber thrust then you bust