[Verse 1: Poetic Killa]

We the motherfuckin' soul assassins
Flow is golden yeah the coldest rappin'
Scarz, Rivers and Poe..yeah you know what's happenin'
Souls I'm snatchin'..motherfucker yeah we closin caskets
Lit up a blunt then I told 'em to go throw the matches
Ahh!
Laughin' through the coldest of moments
Still holdin' composure standin' tall the noblest soldier
Chip on my shoulder, nah you're fuckin' shoulders is broken
Shovel with the Devil cause you sold your soul for exposure
Sucker!
So keep playin' your part
What you made from it now bitch I made from the start
Ways I was taught..you ain't seen the days that I've marched
And my bars are cutting edge shit is state of the art
Yeah!
And every part of me crazy
Started not to give a fuck cause the drama don't pay me
Scarred and deranged, here to fuckin' slaughter 'em daily
You is a motherfuckin' clown bunch of Barnum & Baileys
Ahh!

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