Soul Assassins

Do that shit, do that shit, do it

Here's a little story that must be told

About a crew that'll fuck around and kill your soul

Soul assassinator, soul assassinator

Soul assassinator with your razor to your throat

Forty-carat chunky mouth

Forty-deuce let the monkey out

Flying guillotine, drunk and loud, buck 'em down

Too powerful for these cowards who

Rely on power tools like smart cards for buying food

You liars are soft

I'm like that MIT professor that got caught

The Unabomber right before he first popped off

ILL BILL, this is for the glowing eye on the pyramid

For the cinnamon we copped from the Dominicans

The Simigan, the broken.380 that popped twice

The jam the boom spot by star right

Cop twice to scram

We the lost children of the Babylonian emperor

Sent to war, saw decapitated heads galore

Wore the skin of polar bears and great white sharks

And murdered those that sit around

Complain about, "Ain't life hard?"

We the most despicable

Your head is so kickable

Let the pistol shoot

Splattering all of y'all little dudes

Listen, goons

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I got these voices in my head, I'm trapped and I can't escape 'em

My sanity's a body of water whose dam is breaking

Reanimating my hatred, I'm standing, holding cannons, waiting

A withdrawn alcoholic and his fucking hands are shaking

Signs and symptoms, hallucinations, delusions

Intrusions of gruesome faces

I'm disillusioned and losing my grip

In between every cocaine drip

Saying, "Do that shit, do that shit, do it"

I'm a time bomb ticking, ticking, ticking, you can hear it tick

I don't need a therapist to tell me that my spirit's sick

I'll fuck any bitch with a pussy and a pair of tits

I'll do anything for any paper, I ain't scared of shit

When the angel dust bomb's lit, yeah, it smells funky

Walking through the doomsday streets like it's 12 Monkeys

Hell's junkies trail me like a posse of fiends

It's like I'm lost in a posthumous dream with all the demons saying

Do that shit, do that shit, do it

Do that shit, do that shit, do it

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Do that shit, do that shit, do it

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Back to the future, blast from the past

A brand new religion for your stinking ass

We pray, we fast, we conducting mass

Gangster, pop your gun, hooker, shake your ass

Back to the future, blast from the past

A brand new religion for your stinking ass

We pray, we fast, we conducting mass

Gangster, pop your gun, hooker, shake your ass

Soul assassinator, soul assassinator

Soul assassinator with your razor to your throat

Soul assassinator, soul assassinator

Soul assassinator with your razor to your throat