Assassins

In 2013, the World Government placed sanctions against

freethinking individuals in order to force people to

adhere to one way of life. An independently funded

organization called ("Stop fucking downloading music

for free and we can save hip hop! " in reverse) hired

100 assassins to infiltrate the headquarters where

files were kept

Of these 100, 97 were captured, tortured, and executed

Only three remained

The third of which was said to own an arsenal that

would rival an entire city's police force

The second was rumored was to be able to move

throughout space and time

And the first...

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

Wracked 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 gall, bastard, to brawl with the broad

brashest?

The ball's 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

They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this God body

probably

Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and

Bob Marley (radical)

Never skateboard slang like "gnarly"

More like, weed in my whip on the way to get top like

Charles Barkley

You are hardly prepared to spar with a marksman - spark

me

I'm Gambit with the ace of spades, I'm mastering

archery

Vehicular, particularly the vernacular

Specifically the fit so when I spit it it's spectacular

and accurate

When I attack I'm more legend than Acura

Flip Bloomberg the bird, bitch, more blood than Blacula

More Crip than cryptic scriptures encrypted with

backwards vernacular

Plus sicker than most of Glenn Close in Fatal

Attraction

I am that nigga for real

Per capita smacking the next rapper that uses the term

"swag" or thereafter

These three assassins get to ass whipping

Prepare to for a professional ass that can shape shift,

spit, hollow tip clips mainly

Sick, ain't he? (mind control)

Make you shoot your best friend in the face, Dick

Cheney

My life is like a documentary film

Depicted in black and white, flick's grainy (Geronimo!)

I'm on Guantanamo Bay taking pics in a Captain Morgan

pose

With my left foot on a pile of detainees screaming, "We

are renegades! "

Fuck you. Pay me

Two. Where the fuck... no. Where the fuck

is three?

I know. I know. He's gonna be here

He gave me his word, trust me

Yeah, but he does this every time

He's gonna be here trust me

He's gonna ruin this mission for us again

Look, here he comes now

I be riding round with a stripper-slash-burlesque model

I make it pop like my cock in a Durex condom

I'm a opposite artist I find irony in going

From being like a stone in the grass to rocking the

Garden

The same irony as going from fully automatic in the

backyard to having the whole machine behind me

I take my Australian bitches and show her some other

thangs

She know my stroke is deadly so she gave me bloody

brain

Don't try to get familiar, if I don't feel you in

person

I'll flip the script and I'll accidentally kill you on

purpose

The baddest when I'm flailing, I got so many furs

PETA gonna paint splash me when they see me, no matter

what I'm wearing

Your bitch about to open up, sniff some blow off of my

dick

Guess you could say she on my coconuts

I'm on point like Chris Paul

You on point like an Atlantic City hooker that licks

balls

I'm about to flip in this bitch like Dominique Dawes

And shut shit down like a car when it stalls

I am the deadliest rapper, you claiming that you flow

like water

But really y'all niggas Evian backwards

Marshall hit the jackpot with this flow that I got

I know when I'm hot

It's my show to stop holding my crotch

My whip cleaner than Amish men in honest ends

Two dimes with me like I'm a twin cause I'm a ten

Okay... I'm in