Wednesday, March 30, 2011
The Assassins verse
Heeeeere you go!
Fasten your seat belts for the last of the three assassins on earth
The first flashing her purse where the heat's stashed
They call me Jean McCoy, beast in thee employ
deploy deplorable, through audible destructive actions, attractive decoy
Then pass it to Troy, after I'm passing your life over
He'll deliver it through river Styx, Hades
I'm cold, deliberate, ladies, my foes limited
pray me some praise (whisper it)
stay on your toes, villains, it's Grae and your day's whittling.
Blistering lines packed in sick, stick to spine
Racked with a sick mind, trapped in thick bitch frame
Drug you with strychnine, in nine drinks you drunk and it's my kidney, you dickbrain, I'm just itching to slit veins
Stitch lines, Rick James, Fuck yo lives, sip brains, bitches
Niggas, kick rocks, or kick rhymes, it's to the pain
liquor riddled liver, sieve in it, sipping it like Capri Sun
ignint as ever, she's clever, equivalent be none
A ball breaker, call fakers out with passion
You got the gaul bastard, to brawl with the broad brashest?
The balls in your court, pass it
But warning, fall faster than asses with age slack on the back of a Kardashian
The walls crash in, you all on the floor gasping,
the gas pour in the corridor, racking your jaws, blacking out
Catch Grae backing out the back door cackling
still make it back to the bar for last call.