| Step inside the building and I’m walking like a killer
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| Looking for the others feeling that no one is iller
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| Wrapping up the bodies then I lock them in the chiller
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| Falling like Frazier when he lost it in Manila
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| People always wanting us to go and kill the fakers off
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| And I got the right ingredients to go make a bomb
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| Show you in the thoughts when the blast tear your faces off
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| You will see me standing in the ash when the flames are gone
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| On the top floor, rifle in my grasp
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| Plus there’s another three snipers in the grass
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| Pop your heads off while you’re driving in your car
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| That’s a massacre, now your brain is your passenger
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| Aim it in your daytime playlist the mergulum
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| Flippin on the daily, but I don’t work at Burger King
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| Up from the underground, stealth when we’re surfacing
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| Leaving new bloody pattern all on your furnishings
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| So sharp I cut silk in the river
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| Leave your head gone before you see a shadowy figure
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| As I paint a picture, deep in ancient China
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| Throw smoke bombs so thick, you can’t find na'
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| Ninja in the background, bodies getting hacked down
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| Heads falling off when we finally let the axe down
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| Keep the ear to the ground, listening for the crickets
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| Learned the art of war in my sleep with the spirits
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| Living stranger stands as the remainder, in danger
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| Treat, the beat is my retainer
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| I do the shogun a favour and save you
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| Even a hundred man deep, watch me wade through
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| See me chilling, while the harp will play
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| Ready to fight you to the death like the Kumite
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| Watch the skies turn grey, when my ninjas creep
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| I’ll pull your heart out of your chest, just to feel your beat
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| Slay with tongue, not the type to wave a gun
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| Hit your pressure points walk away calm, don’t run
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| Always moving with my face to the sun
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| Turn ronin around the time to the faking begun
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| Take the hits, write their names down
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| Do this for the story that they tell when I came 'round
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| Always high, but I never settle on the same ground
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| Waiting for the rain clouds
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| Wash away the footprints, travel through deranged towns
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| Trained for combat, but really you on that?
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| I see this ending like a scene out of Ong-Bak
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| There’s no masters and no needing for contracts
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| Cause people disappear overnight and don’t come back
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| Write the scriptures, what they depict is another loss foe that learned hard
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| that we’re the victors
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| You get it? |
| Blood it’s addictive
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| On some sick shit, won’t stop till there is no one on the hit list
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| I’m killing slappers, kids, animals and rappers
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| Casual as a bag of bull slapping on your sag puss
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| I bring madness, with a dagger I bring sadness
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| And stare you in the eyes until you collapse into blackness
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| In the garden shed I sit waiting
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| Playing with my razor blade, and mate, I ain’t shaving
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| Scraping, bathing in the blood stains naked
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| Playing chess with Ted Bundy’s best mates hating
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| Dreams of raping a boy band member in the face
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| I’m chopping of his bollocks with a spade
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| There’s not a lot of promise in my brain
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| Like God, am I insane
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| With a shotgun, I wander in the rain
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| You ain’t got one when I cop one in your face
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| I blow your fucking noggin off to ponder on the pain
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| I take you shopping round the hospital of AIDs
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| I ain’t popular, I’m wrong and I ain’t stopping till the grave
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| I assassinate, lacerate and decapitate
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| Hack you up in rag of rage wrap you up in some gaffa tape
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| Your body parts depicts the art
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| Been starving for this plan today
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| This man’s insane, mad, deranged
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| Assassin with a phantom phase
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| Targets on the bridge about to cut the rope and hand their fate
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| Bodies down the canyon, squirming
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| Kill ‘em with a hand grenade like BAAAANG!
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| Cause I’m a k-k-killer!
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| Cold-blooded, no fronting, don’t cross me, throat-cutting
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| Assassin with the passion for damage
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| Your man’s abandoned, hold him for ransom
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| Smack him with hammers
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| With eyes blacker than Marilyn Manson
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| Man, strength like Samson
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| Bare hench and handsome
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| Make dames get wet and rampant
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| I’ll bang ‘em and then dismount 'em
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| I’ma ambush 'em, tanks are standard
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| I’m robbing a bank with a hanger
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| Just to take a free bag
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| And we’re burning the cash to ashes
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| Quicker than rappers, making the victim vanish
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| Setting a trap and give 'em a drink of water
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| No, it’s liquid acid, that’s dramatic
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| Assassin hidden in the dark
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| Here to take them out
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| Trained in one Martial art, that’s the dirty mouth
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| Won’t stop until there’s big piles of bodies
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| Smoke bombs disappear, collecting heads for a hobby |