The Four Owls - Assassination [Feat. Dirty Dike] | Текст песни

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step inside the building and im walkn like a killa
look for the others feeln that no one is illa
wrappin up the bodies then lock em in the chilla
falln like Frazier when he lost it in Manila

people always wantin us to go and kill the fakers off
man i got the right ingredients to go make a bomb
show ya in the thoughts when the blast tear ya faces off
you will see me standin in the ash when the flames are gone

on the top floor rifle in ma grasp
plus there's another 3 snipers in the grass
pop ya head top while ya driven in ya car that a massacre
now ya brain is ya passenger

aimn at your daytime playlist tumor kill em @
flipn on the daily but i don;t work at burger king
up from the underground snail from we’re surfacing @
leave a new bloody pattern all on ya furnishin

Leaf Dog

so sharp I cut silk in the river
leave ya 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 her

ninja in the background
bodies getn hacked down
heads falln off when we finally let the ax down
keep the head to the ground
listenin for the crickets
learn the art of war in my sleep with the spirits

livn stranger stand is the remainder
your in danger
sleep the beat is my retainer
i do the show then a favor to save you
even a hundred man deep watch ya wave through

see me chillin while the harp will play
ready to fight you to the death like the kumite
watch the sky turn grey with my ninjas quick
ill pull your heart out ya chest just to feel ya beat

BVA

slay with tongue
not the type to wave a gun
hit your pressure points
walk away calm don't run
always movin with my face to the sun
turn ronan around the time the fakn begun

take the hits white their names down
do it for the story that their tell i've 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

train for combat
but really you on that?
i see this ending like a scene out of ong bak
there's no masters and no needin for contracts
cuz people disappear overnight and don't come back

write the scriptures
what the depict is
another lost foe that learned hard that we’re the victors
you get it? blood is addictive
on some sick shit
won’t stop till there's no one on the hitlist

Dirty Dike

i'm killn slappers kids animals and rappers
casual as a bag a balls slapn off your slag puss
i bring madness with a dagger think sadness
and stare you in the eyes untill your collapsing into blackness

in the garden shed i sit waitn
playing with my razor blades and mate i ain't shavin
scraping, bathing in the blood stains naked
playn chess with Ted Bundy’s best mates hatn

dreams of rapn a boy band member in the face
and chopping off his ballux with a spaid
there's not a lot of promise in my brain
oh god am i insane, with a shotgun i wonder in the rain

you ain’t got one what i cock one in your face
and blow your fuckn noggin off to ponder on the pain
i take ya shoppin round a hospital of aids
i ain’t popular i’m wrong and i ain’t stopn till the grave

Fliptrix

I assassinate lacerate and decapitate
hack you up with rapa rage wrap you up in some DAFA tape
your body parts dat pics it up and starvn for this plan today
this man’s insane mad deranged assassin with a phantom phase

targets on the preacher bouta cut the rope in hand the frey
bodies dandy candy squirmen kill em with a hand grenade like BAAAM
cause im a contract killa
cold blooded no frontn dome crushn vocal
assassin with a passion for damagn mans at random
holdn em ransom smack em with hammers leave eyes blacker than Marilyn Manson
mad shrimp like samson bare hinchen handsome
make dames get wet i ramp em i bang em and then dismount em
im ambushing tanks its standard
im robn a bank with a handgun
just to take a free bible while burnin the cash to ashes
quicker than rappers makn a victim vanish
setn a trap i give em a drink of water
no it's liquid acid thas dramatic

BVA

assassins hidden in the dark here to take them out
trained in one martial art thas the dirty mouth
won’t stop until there's big piles of bodies
smoke bombs disappear collecting heads for a hobby

assassins hidden in the dark here to take them out
trained in one martial art thas the dirty mouth
won’t stop until there's big piles of bodies
smoke bombs disappear collecting heads for a hobby

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