Teksty:
The Bled My Assassin

calling all our old habits their own A sniper patiently awaiting me in every catacomb Are you scared girl? Won't you be my assassin? Hunted down for

are calling all our old habits their own. A sniper patiently awaiting me in every catacomb. Are you scared girl? Won't you be my assassin? Hunted down

spike Trained by an insane ex marine CIA trained a renegade assassin android Passport pilot to black helicopter choppers over Bosnia Sniffing so much coke nose is fucked up and bled

to challenger You need to talk into a mic with a silencer My defeat is like a mission impossible My brain is unexplained, not illogical Tough for a passing pate to assassinate

news they found her head stuffed up her butt, what? I'm an assassin, hahahaha, a motherfucking assassin, eeeaahhhh, AN ASSASSIN! [Chorus 2] A fucking assasin Ah, an assassin A motherfucking assassin An assassin Assassin

you here to bleed me dry? The image in the mirror cries Imagining another life Pretending that you all pulled back You need to back of now Live my life

like that, nigga." All my gangbangin' homeboys throw it up. I'ma blow it up Make the spot flame. You don't know my name? I'ma tell ya somethin', homie

, "It's fake", and I said "What?", he said "I'm sorry", I said "Damn!" My mama threw me out, I called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my

a mic with a silencer My defeat is like a mission impossible My brain is unexplained, not illogical Tough for a passing pate to assassinate Guns in your