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Assassin
A'yo, I'm back with that black assassin mask
Ready to smack back any wack attack at my rap
I blast back cats who wanna be hard and act up
I smack this track up, and let y'all pick the slack up
Raps is rough, raw and rugged to the core
Snap limbs in half till you can't bend ya legs no more
Scores of whores jockin' on deez say no more
Spit hard bars that blow out lungs like SARS
Cars is secondary, man, I need food, we ain't all stars
If bird's the word, and you ain't heard
Science had yours in the back seat of ya Ford
Ya follow homie? Ya followers is cronies
This ish flips scrips and kills ill kids,
Kiss this shit like a brick on ya lips, dipshit
This ain't a job, money, by all means it's a hobby
That means in my spare time, I'll murk anybody
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