Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Paxton
Songwriter
Justin Queen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dizze Dahmer
Mixing Engineer
Texty
Which brings to mind the two men in tonight's terror tale. They're on a little shriek-and-destroy mission of their own. It's a nasty little chopping spree I call The Assassin!
Motherfuckers talk about me fuckin' rapidly
I'll lay your ass, catastrophe, bitch I fuckin' laugh at thee
Bite my thumb at thee, I'm talkin' poetry
I'm a lover, not a fighter, your bitch be blowin' me
Then I'll have the homies run a train on your bitch (Choo Choo!)
Bitch you can't fuck with this, I put her anus to my fist
I'm a crazy son of a bitch so you know that I'm fuckin' sick
I'll have her home tonight so you can tongue kiss my dick
Oh, your girl's a fuckin' ho, don't you fuckin' know?
The Dirty Dick Assassin knockin' down your fuckin' door
I'm fuckin' crazy though, I've got a crazy flow
I'm drinkin' Flamin' Moes, someone save me though
I got crows up in my shit, flocks can't harp to this
I'm a fuckin' anarchist, I'm a fuckin' arsonist
What I mean is that I put a fire to your clitoris
The Assassin's burned your ass, now get the fuck to the clinic
The Assassin! The Assassin!
The Assassin! The Assassin!
The Assassin! The Assassin!
The Assassin! The Assassin!
I'm writin' rhymes in the darkness next to a carcass
Set the mic on fire like a motherfuckin' arsonist
Back alley abortionist, wicked shit extortionist
Find your baby mama and I give that dirty whore some dick
Of course I'm sick, tell me something I don't know
Gettin' kicked out of venues, I'm hardly doin' shows
Treated like an outcast from the songs I sing
Fuck them hoes, they can't hang, get the fuck off my ding-a-ling
I'm off the fuckin' chain, that's what they tellin' me
If I ain't rampant, I'm out committin' felonies
You ain't ever did dirt, boy, fuck around and get hurt, boy
Fuck around and get murked, boy, leave your ass on a shirt, boy
You ain't no killer, watch me run up in the traphouse
And tell the dope boys kick the fuckin' cash out
If they don't listen, I'ma blow away they chest
It's the ski masked assassin layin' hoes to rest
The Assassin! The Assassin!
The Assassin! The Assassin!
The Assassin! The Assassin!
The Assassin! The Assassin!
Was it a little too graphic for you?
Written by: Justin Queen, Robert Paxton