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 mans 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 im a k k killer cold blooded no fronting dont cross me throat cutting assassin with the passion for damage your mans 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 ill bang em and then dismount em i ma ambush em tanks are standard im robbing a bank with a hanger just to take a free bag and were burning the cash to ashes quicker than rappers making the victim vanish setting a trap and give em a drink of water no its liquid acid thats 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 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 hobby5