[Chorus: Block McCloud]
We live by the assassin's creed committing dastardly deeds
Slash and you bleed, we live in the cut
It's like we have a fucking disease
A virus, violence begets violence, you're drowned in a river of blood
And all you bastards can plead for mercy and cry, you're buried alive
Nobody's digging you up
It's like we have a fucking disease
A virus, violence begets violence, you're drowned in a river of blood
[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
Weak niggas surviving with an IQ level low
My shit rock like 2Pac or Os on a ghetto stove
My flows will leave 'em weak, you see the rose petals blow
Gun smoke settles slow when I blow the cold metal nose
Like holding recelos, Bacardi and bezel glow
Dressed in dough, the boy covered in ice like an Eskimo
Lay one of you kids, I'm in child molester mode
Trying to follow his tracks I'll derail your train of thought
And afford you one female in the same assault
Stainless fork, flame the pork with a grain of salt
Vinnie Paz, semi mags, who want to claim to talk?
Address your shit like Jimmy Jazz, so put your frame in park
The black stallion, Italiano, gangsters walk
This arcane, we off the chain, the links'll talk
I get all in the bitch head like a shrink, of course
You half-steppin' and ass-bettin', the bank is off
We live by the assassin's creed committing dastardly deeds
Slash and you bleed, we live in the cut
It's like we have a fucking disease
A virus, violence begets violence, you're drowned in a river of blood
And all you bastards can plead for mercy and cry, you're buried alive
Nobody's digging you up
It's like we have a fucking disease
A virus, violence begets violence, you're drowned in a river of blood
[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
Weak niggas surviving with an IQ level low
My shit rock like 2Pac or Os on a ghetto stove
My flows will leave 'em weak, you see the rose petals blow
Gun smoke settles slow when I blow the cold metal nose
Like holding recelos, Bacardi and bezel glow
Dressed in dough, the boy covered in ice like an Eskimo
Lay one of you kids, I'm in child molester mode
Trying to follow his tracks I'll derail your train of thought
And afford you one female in the same assault
Stainless fork, flame the pork with a grain of salt
Vinnie Paz, semi mags, who want to claim to talk?
Address your shit like Jimmy Jazz, so put your frame in park
The black stallion, Italiano, gangsters walk
This arcane, we off the chain, the links'll talk
I get all in the bitch head like a shrink, of course
You half-steppin' and ass-bettin', the bank is off
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