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letra de assassin ninja - i-khan

(its tony paul on the boards)

[verse 1: i-khan]
cerebral -ss-ssin, feed you some acid
beat you to ashes, leave you in a jeep full of f-ggots
get but f-cked you num nut
tell me what the f-cks up
-ss-ssin ninja, i’ll rob a lunch truck with num-chucks
my styles off the wall, like suicidal parkour
game hardcore, i could f-ck a b-tch on cardboard
this beat got me bobin’
these freaks still bopin’
when she “home alone” i stick my macaulay c-ck-in (culkin)
i bet your wife know me, paranormal pimp
pull a b-tch by her hair on camera-like toby!
the sick b-st-rd kid
put you in a casket quick
i might randomly flip like r-t-rded gymnastic kids
back like lazarus in 33. a.d
resurrected with a mic tell b-tches you can hate me
you got a dirty mouth? then clean it up with orbit
she got a dirty mouth? then clean it up with more d-ck!

[hook]
the flows we rocken’
the hoes we nocken’
tony got them b-tches saying “oh t stop it”
erah erah i-khan, you know he bombin’
k!ll you while you dead, make your soul need coffins
make your soul need coffins, cashmere suits
cause we o.g bossin’
erah erah i-khan you know he bombin’
tony got them b-tches saying “oh t stop it”

[verse 2: tony paul]
i’m a wordsmith, playing scrabble with nerd kids
you wanna’ battle? i can lead the gravel where your he-rs- is
i know you heard my verses, your mother wish she birthed this
i came out the womb yelling f-ck and slappin’ nurses
if you wanna’ throw hate at my mix tape
you can stick this ruler down your mouth and get ya sh-t straight!
why tyler perry got so many movies?
why am i drivin’ to my ex’s with a rope and so many uzi’s?
i started crazy, while you was watching carson daily
i was in the corner selling crack with a martian baby
i sold my heart to hades, i don’t want a dime to play me
you ain’t dope, i wouldn’t bite you with all kinds of rabies
sh-t, ain’t f-ckin with this, i wanna be plumin?? ya b-tch
don’t wanna’ be runnin’ ya lip
i’m ripping the flows and hoes that none of you hit
a son of a b-tch- nah dog you ain’t flow ish
you couldn’t come(c-m) hard getting brain from a blow fish

[verse 3: i-khan]
i turn the radio on and hear the worst verse
gucci gucci burr burr! sh-t gets on my worst nerves
first come first serve, all i do is curse curse
get slurred and spit holy fire like a burnt church
i hear you haters take shots
if you don’t think its my time
i’ll smack you with the f-cking flavor flav clock
you ain’t hot i gain bop, at your dame’s spot
til her brain rot and wipe my c-ck with your tank top

- i khan

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