Assassins

In 2013, the World Government placed sanctions against freethinking Individuals in order to force people to adhere to one way of life An independently funded organization called (garbled speech) Hired 100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where files were kept Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and executed Only three remained The third of which was said to own an arsenal That would rival an entire city's police force The second was rumored was to be able to move throughout space and time And the first Fasten your seatbelts for the last of the three assassins on Earth The first flashin' her purse with a heat stealth They call me Jean McCoy, the beast in me employed To ploy deplorable through audibled, destructive actions attractive to Coy Hey, pass to the Troy after, I'm passing your life over He'll deliver it through river sticks, Hades, I'm cold, deliver it lady My flow is limited, pray me some craze, whispering "Stay on ya toes villains", it's Grae and your day's whittling Blistering lines packed in six stick to spine Rap with a sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you dick Brain?I'm just itching to slit veins Stitch lines! Rip game!? Fuck yo lives Sick range visions nigga, kick rocks or kick rhymes until the pain? (Liquor it or liver) Sippin' it, sippin' it like Capri Sun Ignorant as ever, she clever, equivalent be none A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion You got the gall bastard to brawl with the broad bashers? The ball's in your court, pass it! You're worn in four faster than acid With AIDS slapped on the back of a Kardashian The wall crasher, you're all in the forecast The gas pour in the corridors racking your doors blacking out Catch Grae backing out the back door, cacklin' Still make it back to the bar for last call They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this god body probably Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob Marley Never skateboard slang like "gnarly" More like, we in our whip on our way to the top like Charles Barkley You are hardly prepared to spar with a marksman spot me I'm gambit with the ace of spades, I'm masterin' archery Vermicular, particularly the vernacular Specifically the fits so when I spit it's spectacular and accurate When I attack I'm more like Acura Flip Bloomberg the bird, bitch, more blood than Blacula More Christian scriptures encrypted with backwards vernacular But sicker than most of Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction I am, that nigga for real Per capita smackin' the next rapper that uses the term "swag" or thereafter These three assassins get to ass whippin' Prepare to for a professional ass that can shape shifts Spit, hollow tip clips mainly Sick, ain't he? (Mind control) Make you shoot your best friend in the face, Dick Cheney My life is like a documentary film Depicted in black and white, flicks grainy (Geronimo!) I'm on Guantanamo Bay takin' pics in a Captain Morgan pose With my left foot on a pile of detainees screamin' "we are renegades!" Fuck you, pay me I be ridin' around with a stripper slash Burlesque model I make it pop like my cock in Durex condom I'm a, opposite artist I find irony in goin From bein' like a stone in the grass to rockin' the Garden The same irony as goin' from fully automatic in the backyard To havin' the whole machine behind me I take my Australian bitches and show some other thangs She know my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody brain Don't try to get familiar, if I don't feel you in person I'll flip the script and I'll accidentally kill you on purpose The baddest when I'm flailing, I got so many furs PETA gonna paint splash me when they see me, no matter what I'm wearin Your bitch bout to open up, sniff some blow off of my dick Guess you could say she on my coconuts I'm on point like Chris Paul You on point like an Atlantic City hooker that licks balls I'm bout to flip in this bitch like Dominique Dawes And shut shit down like a car when it stalls I am the deadliest rapper, you claimin' that you flow like water But really ya'll niggas Evian backwards Marshall hit the jackpot with this flow that I got I know when I'm hot It's my show to stop holdin' my crotch My whip cleaner than Amish men in honest ends Two dimes with me like I'm a twin cause I'm a ten Okay, I'm in