| I’m back, back in action
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| Denace been gone like a bad connection
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| All these love songs put an end to that bitch
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| Cause dead end was a dead end, yeah, crap-shit
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| I’m back to smash this axe in
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| Splitting headache, yeah, grab an aspirin
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| The rap assassin, the rap onassis
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| Burn the world down with a pack of matches
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| I’m throwing knifes at you, fuck it, ratchets
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| Wrenches, screwdrivers and a casket
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| Laundry basket full of heads, I’m multitasking
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| Doing my laundry in a ski mask and
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| Living life in the fast lane, gotta fasten
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| My seat-belt 'fore the front end crashes
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| 'Fore I whiplash you to freakin' ashes
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| Paul Walker at the altar
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| Walking from his Auburn Porsche with his dog looking all hurt
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| All his doors suicide, never mind that was kinda awkward
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| Too fast of a bad joke I guess
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| Too much for your stomach to digest
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| If you don’t know me, then just ask around (Just ask around)
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| These people will tell you that I’m, I’m putting shit down (I put it down)
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| Cause I’m an assassin (Yeah-Yeah)
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| I’m an assassin (Yeah-Yeah)
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| Cause I’m an assassin (Yeah-Yeah)
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| I’m an assassin (Braa)
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| I’m the Kobe Bryant
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| Of this rap game, homie, I am
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| The new generations Eminem
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| All you haters settle down
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| Man, I’m back with a vengeance with a sense of forensics
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| With a ten inch blade and extensions
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| That extends another 10 inches
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| When your friend itches to offend my intelligence is
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| Higher than most, intricate since six
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| I’ve been dying to show my little dick since then
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| I’m defying the odds when I convince these pricks
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| That I am the best and I consent these hits
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| All this pent up rage
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| Need a fence up, fuck a cage
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| If I don’t hit a million by the age
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| Of thirty one, I’m a turn and grab a gauge
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| Run up in the office with a mask and some blades
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| Advise they give it all or a thirty dollar raise
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| Cause I don’t got time for this shit
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| I’m so broke, I shattered all over the floor if you missed it
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| I’m munching on a biscuit with a bit of Nesquik
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| If you think I’m leaving now, get your wrist slit
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| If you don’t know me, then just ask around (Just ask around)
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| These people will tell you that I’m, I’m putting shit down (I put it down)
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| Cause I’m an assassin (Yeah-Yeah)
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| I’m an assassin (Yeah-Yeah)
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| Cause I’m an assassin (Yeah-Yeah)
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| I’m an assassin (Braa) |