Call it parkour but hardcore,

I make killing an art form.

Death's cold taste sweet as Carte d'or.

No need to start wars for a difference of opinion.

Give me the name of your antagonist I'll stick him in the ribs.

Because I'm an assassin

one with a passion,

for innovative rapping

dropping so fast

you're probably having

a problem to follow the captions.

I'm so ahead of my time,

I'm probably rapping backwards.

I'm a scholar of latin with a masters in dispatching.

Anybody that's hassling

one of my customers,

I cuts them up

and shuts them up in a casket.

What you've got to do i ask

and then I'll have grabbed and then stabbed them,

in the abdomen that minute and be finished with the killing before you've finished with asking.



A bird of prey with Terminator's murder rate

I'm serving plates of pain up like a perverse buffet

take you to the pearly gates.

I'll impersonate a passer-by you wouldnt bat an eye until your circulation's pacified.

So practised I couldn't count the crimes I've perpetrated how many spines of vertebrates I've snapped.

My raps travel through sound and time reverberate through generations permeate my serenade regurgiated.

Through a nerd rapper's recitation to your earthly playlist.

So I'd say this was a revelation

A revelation, a revelation

a revelation, a revelation.