Lyrics Assassination - The Four Owls feat. Dirty Dike
One,
two
Yeah
Step
inside
the
building
and
I'm
walking
like
a
killer
Looking
for
the
others,
feeling
that
no
one
is
iller
Wrapping
up
the
bodies
then
I
lock
them
in
the
chiller
Falling
like
Frazier
when
he
lost
it
in
Manila
People
always
wanting
us
to
go
and
kill
the
fakers
off
And
I
got
the
right
ingredients
to
go
make
a
bomb
Show
you
in
the
thoughts
when
the
blast
tear
your
faces
off
You
see
me
standing
in
the
ashes
when
the
flames
are
gone
On
the
top
floor,
rifle
in
my
grasp
Plus
there's
another
three
snipers
in
the
grass
Pop
your
heads
up
while
your
driving
in
your
car
That's
a
massacre,
now
your
brain
is
your
passenger
Aim
it
in
your
daytime,
playlist
the
Merken
Man
Flippin
on
the
daily,
but
I
don't
work
at
Burger
King
Up
from
the
underground,
stealth
when
we're
surfacing
Leaving
you
bloody
pa,
and
all
on
your
furnishings
So
sharp
I
cut
silk
in
the
river
Leave
your
head
gone
before
you
see
the
shot,
man,
you
will
flicker
As
I
paint
a
picture,
deep
in
ancient
China
Throw
smoke
bombs
so
thick,
you
can't
finda
Picture
in
the
background,
bodies
getting
hacked
down
Heads
falling
off
when
we
finally
let
the
axe
down
Keep
the
ear
to
the
ground,
listening
for
the
crickets
Learn
the
art
of
war,
now
I
sleep
with
the
spirits
Living
stranger
stands
as
the
remainder,
in
danger
See,
the
beat
is
my
retainer
I
do
the
shogun
a
favor
and
save
you
Even
a
hundred
man
deep,
watching
way
through
See
me
chilling,
brought
the
hot
pot
plate
I
need
to
fight
you
to
the
death
like
Hakuna
Tate
Watch
the
skies
turn
grey,
when
my
ninjas
creep
up
on
ya
Rip
your
heart
out
of
your
chest,
just
to
feel
your
pain
Slay
with
tongue,
not
the
type
to
way
from
gun
Hit
your
pressure
points,
walk
away
calm,
don't
run
Always
moving
with
my
face
to
the
sun
Turn
rolling
around
the
time
to
the
fake
and
begun
Take
the
hits,
right
the
names
down
Do
this
for
the
story
that
they
tell
when
I
came
'round
Always
high,
but
I
never
sat
along
the
same
ground
Waiting
for
the
rain
clouds
Wash
away
the
footprints,
travel
through
deranged
towns
Trained
for
combat,
but
really
you
on
that?
I
see
descending
like
a
scene
out
of
Ong-Bak
There's
no
masters,
no
needing
for
contracts
'Cause
people
disappear
overnight
and
don't
come
back
Write
the
scriptures,
what
they
depict
is
another
loss
for
the
London
heart
but
we're
the
victors
You
get
it?
Blood
is
addictive
On
some
sick
shit,
won't
stop
'til
there
is
no
one
on
the
hit
list
I'm
killing
slappers,
kids,
animals
and
rappers
Cashing
list
pack
of
bulls,
slapping
off
your
sac
puss
I
bring
madness,
with
a
dagger,
I
bring
sadness
Stare
you
in
the
eyes
until
you
collapse
into
blackness
In
the
garden
shed
I
sit
waiting
Playing
with
my
razor
blade,
and
mate,
I
ain't
shaving
Scraping,
bathing
in
the
blood
stains
naked
Playing
chess
with
Ted
Bundy's
best
mates
hating
Dreams
of
raping
a
boy
band's
member
in
the
face
I'm
chopping
of
his
bollocks
with
a
spade
There's
not
a
lot
of
promise
in
my
brain
Like
God,
am
I
insane
With
a
shotgun,
I
wander
in
the
rain
You
ain't
got
one
when
I
cop
one
in
your
face
I
blow
your
fucking
long
enough
to
ponder
on
the
pain
I
take
you
shopping
round
the
hospital
of
A.
I.
D.
S.
I
ain't
popular,
I
ain't
wrong
and
I
ain't
stopping
'til
the
grave
I
assassinate,
lacerate
and
decapitate
Hack
you
up
with
racko
rage,
wrap
you
up
in
some
cassette
His
body
parts
depicts
the
art
and
stop
to
fill
in
the
plans
today
This
man's
insane,
mad,
deranged,
assassin
with
a
phantom
face
Target's
on
a
creature
back
to
cut
them
open,
hand
and
face
Body's
down,
the
caught
him
squirming,
kill
them
with
a
handgrenade
like
bang!
'Cause
I'm
a
cold-blood
killer
Cold
blooded,
no
fucking,
don't
crush
it,
full
cut
in
Assassin
with
the
passion
for
damaging
man's
anthem
Holding
him
ransom,
smacking
him
with
hammers,
he's
lat
blacker
than
Marilyn
Manson
Man's
sleek,
flashy,
fancy,
bare
hitching
handsome
With
things,
kick
boy
hit
a
ramp,
he
banging
but
then
dismantle
I'm
ambushing
gangsters
with
standards
I'm
involving
the
bang
with
the
hangers
Go
take
a
free
Bible,
we're
burning
the
cash
to
ashes
Quicker
than
rappers
making
the
victims
vanish
Saving
a
trapper,
we
giving
them
a
drink
of
waters
I
know
it's
liquid
acid,
that's
dramatic
Assassin
hidden
in
the
dark,
here
to
take
them
out
Trained
in
one
Martial
art,
that's
the
dirty
mouth
Won't
stop
until
there's
big
piles
of
bodies
Smoke
bombs
disappear,
collecting
heads
for
a
hobby
Assassin
hidden
in
the
dark,
here
to
take
them
out
Trained
in
one
Martial
art,
that's
the
dirty
mouth
Won't
stop
until
there's
big
piles
of
bodies
Smoke
bombs
disappear,
collecting
heads
for
a
hobby
1 Rice Torture
2 Silent Flight
3 Feels Great
4 Think Twice
5 Pay the Price
6 Defiant
7 Control
8 The Four Elements
9 Dawn of a New Day
10 Assassination
11 Ain't Like It
12 The Drama
13 Open Book
14 Judgement
15 Old Earth
16 Motivation
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