[Intro: Assasin]
Ayo, JayRipK, Naz Loc
Assasin
War's nasty
Word to my mother, man, free me, free Taco, free JD, free all the guys man, word to my mother, man
[Verse 1: Assasin]
If you fuck with them, you can die with them
You don't fuck with them, better slide with them
Like, don't run, don't fall like The Conjuring
[?] like the mannequin
But I'm gangster, and I'm elegant
What's the weather? It might rain again
We some demons, if that's what you're wondering
First off, [?]
Bitch, it get spooky, I get groovy
Feelin' moody, better boom me
Like, with the toolie, in her Louie
You're the 'ooter, better move me
With my Jets, screamin' "Whoopty"
Make a call nigga, he on doomy
Wait, you don't know me, so why you on me?
Bitch I'm tact', I ain't wavin'
It's Assasin, everlastin'
If he lackin', he a basket
Oh they chattin', why they lyin'?
Why he runnin'? Hollows catch him
Bro, thats a tactic, make it happen
When we pass him, we cause tragic
It ain't managed, keep what happened
[?]
It's alright that you boomed at 11
It's alright, you might make it to heaven
Ain't gon' lie, all my niggas is felons
All feeling like Smith with this Wesson
Fuck that, reachin' and I'm boomin' in seconds
Those guys, send him to the ceiling
These DOA babies still learnin' their lesson
Fuck a diss nigga, this a message
Ayo, JayRipK, Naz Loc
Assasin
War's nasty
Word to my mother, man, free me, free Taco, free JD, free all the guys man, word to my mother, man
[Verse 1: Assasin]
If you fuck with them, you can die with them
You don't fuck with them, better slide with them
Like, don't run, don't fall like The Conjuring
[?] like the mannequin
But I'm gangster, and I'm elegant
What's the weather? It might rain again
We some demons, if that's what you're wondering
First off, [?]
Bitch, it get spooky, I get groovy
Feelin' moody, better boom me
Like, with the toolie, in her Louie
You're the 'ooter, better move me
With my Jets, screamin' "Whoopty"
Make a call nigga, he on doomy
Wait, you don't know me, so why you on me?
Bitch I'm tact', I ain't wavin'
It's Assasin, everlastin'
If he lackin', he a basket
Oh they chattin', why they lyin'?
Why he runnin'? Hollows catch him
Bro, thats a tactic, make it happen
When we pass him, we cause tragic
It ain't managed, keep what happened
[?]
It's alright that you boomed at 11
It's alright, you might make it to heaven
Ain't gon' lie, all my niggas is felons
All feeling like Smith with this Wesson
Fuck that, reachin' and I'm boomin' in seconds
Those guys, send him to the ceiling
These DOA babies still learnin' their lesson
Fuck a diss nigga, this a message
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