Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Assassination, artist - The Four Owls. Album song Natural Order, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Assassination |
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 will see me standing in the ash 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 off while you’re driving in your car |
That’s a massacre, now your brain is your passenger |
Aim it in your daytime playlist the mergulum |
Flippin on the daily, but I don’t work at Burger King |
Up from the underground, stealth when we’re surfacing |
Leaving new bloody pattern all on your furnishings |
So sharp I cut silk in the river |
Leave your head gone before you see a shadowy figure |
As I paint a picture, deep in ancient China |
Throw smoke bombs so thick, you can’t find na' |
Ninja 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 |
Learned the art of war in my sleep with the spirits |
Living stranger stands as the remainder, in danger |
Treat, the beat is my retainer |
I do the shogun a favour and save you |
Even a hundred man deep, watch me wade through |
See me chilling, while the harp will play |
Ready to fight you to the death like the Kumite |
Watch the skies turn grey, when my ninjas creep |
I’ll pull your heart out of your chest, just to feel your beat |
Slay with tongue, not the type to wave a gun |
Hit your pressure points walk away calm, don’t run |
Always moving with my face to the sun |
Turn ronin around the time to the faking begun |
Take the hits, write their names down |
Do this for the story that they tell when I came 'round |
Always high, but I never settle on 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 this ending like a scene out of Ong-Bak |
There’s no masters and no needing for contracts |
Cause people disappear overnight and don’t come back |
Write the scriptures, what they depict is another loss foe that learned hard |
that we’re the victors |
You get it? |
Blood it’s addictive |
On some sick shit, won’t stop till there is no one on the hit list |
I’m killing slappers, kids, animals and rappers |
Casual as a bag of bull slapping on your sag puss |
I bring madness, with a dagger I bring sadness |
And 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 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 noggin off to ponder on the pain |
I take you shopping round the hospital of AIDs |
I ain’t popular, I’m wrong and I ain’t stopping till the grave |
I assassinate, lacerate and decapitate |
Hack you up in rag of rage wrap you up in some gaffa tape |
Your body parts depicts the art |
Been starving for this plan today |
This man’s insane, mad, deranged |
Assassin with a phantom phase |
Targets on the bridge about to cut the rope and hand their fate |
Bodies down the canyon, squirming |
Kill ‘em with a hand grenade like BAAAANG! |
Cause I’m a k-k-killer! |
Cold-blooded, no fronting, don’t cross me, throat-cutting |
Assassin with the passion for damage |
Your man’s abandoned, hold him for ransom |
Smack him with hammers |
With eyes blacker than Marilyn Manson |
Man, strength like Samson |
Bare hench and handsome |
Make dames get wet and rampant |
I’ll bang ‘em and then dismount 'em |
I’ma ambush 'em, tanks are standard |
I’m robbing a bank with a hanger |
Just to take a free bag |
And we’re burning the cash to ashes |
Quicker than rappers, making the victim vanish |
Setting a trap and give 'em a drink of water |
No, 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 |