Assassination Songtext
von 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