I-Khan – Assassin Ninja Lyrics

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(Its Tony Paul on the boards)

[Verse 1: I-Khan]
Cerebral Assassin, feed you some acid
Beat you to ashes, leave you in a jeep full of faggots
Get but fucked you num nut
Tell me what the fucks up
Assassin ninja, I’ll rob a lunch truck with num-chucks
My styles off the wall, like suicidal parkour
Game hardcore, I could fuck a bitch on cardboard
This beat got me bobin’
These freaks still bopin’
When she “Home alone” I stick my Macaulay Cock-In (Culkin)
I bet your wife know me, Paranormal pimp
Pull a bitch by her hair on camera-Like Toby!

The sick bastard kid
Put you in a casket quick
I might randomly flip like retarded gymnastic kids
Back like Lazarus In 33. A.D
Resurrected
with a mic tell bitches 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 dick!

[Hook]
The flows we rocken’
The Hoes we nocken’
Tony got them bitches saying “Oh T Stop it”
Erah Erah I-Khan, you know he bombin’
Kill 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 bitches 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 hearse is
I know you heard my verses, your mother wish she birthed this
I came out the womb yelling fuck and slappin’ nurses
If you wanna’ throw hate at my mix tape
You can stick this ruler down your mouth and get ya shit 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
Shit, Ain't fuckin with this, I wanna be plumin?? ya bitch
Don’t wanna’ be runnin’ ya lip
I’m ripping the flows and hoes that none of you hit
A son of a bitch- Nah dog you ain't flow ish
You couldn’t come(cum) 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!
Shit 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 fucking flavor flav clock
You ain't hot I gain bop, At your dame’s spot
Til her brain rot and wipe my cock with your tank top

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