Lyrics:
built a small set
That's known as assassins still
Kill soul, move real slow advance the trio
All the while with his face concealed
Pulling strings
adrift, we're inches away
Hold it together, with a severed band
Can't feel the blood
to fall 12 inches
They have to fall 6 inches
Before they fall 6 inches
They have to fall 3 inches before that
Before they fall 3 inches
They have to fall
cut her to bits
An assassin
[ verse 3: johny see ]
My father was a priest, cold blooded he's dead
Hypocrite, I caught him basin, so I shot him in
several inches
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make
nobody saw shit 'cause it's not
Cool to brake the rule of the code of the streets
Niggas frightened by the visions of the blood on the sheets
And it's deep
witnesses
I'm the truth
Still, I remain calm like a soldier in war
Surrounded by, three bombs, cautious
Shots keep coming like I got three arms
Two trigger
bands
You the topic
To the beginning
To the end
She feening fa da dick
She need sum more
One inch two inches
Three inches Foe
Five inches six inches
She
time, or maybe out of my mind
Maybe you can try sometime, a whole lot of bravery with a hint of lime
So sublime, that you won't be home by dinner time
All
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
Four by four Benz truck on the ride
G Wagon with them lil ass lights on the side
Money Team Green bitch know how we ride
Four G Autos on the rims
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
nigga
Three times wit' the K
Think I'm in the Klan
Bitch, I got a Glock 9, make him rewind
Got a fuckboy pissin' his pants
If you tryna fuck, damn, you
He's been cleansing the Holy Land
As blood runs on the Golden Sands
A strong head on his shoulders stand
The Templars will have broken necks
Hidden
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
passageway, beckoning those faring their way to the light at the end. It was a blue, cheeky melody: a coy mistress that could have only been so wooed by
forgive me, driving tipsy
Thank you fo being wit me through that crash
Three inches to the left
Four inches to the right
No coincidence, there's a reason
endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's
endless
Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
For seven digits, it's
Hill, Soul Assassins, all up in the club
Showing love to everyone of you real niggas
'Cause the hip-hop's pumping through the blood in my veins
Like
masterpiece
Sent by the Assassin's Creed
If you're an aristocrat
Now's the time to flatter me
That dude is fly, with that suit and tie
He don't mess around
[Intro: Quavo]
Huh, turn the headphones up
I mean just a- yeah, yeah, you good
Let me turn these lights off
Let me fire up this cookie real quick
You
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty
and make yo chest buckle
When I come I lay the sprays wit K's by the truck load
Should've got out of my way you heard my clip shuffle
Now yall was
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