Assassination - The Four Owls, Dirty Dike

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 will see me standing in the ash 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 off while you’re driving in your car

That’s a massacre, now your brain is your passenger

Aim it in your daytime playlist the mergulum

Flippin on the daily, but I don’t work at Burger King

Up from the underground, stealth when we’re surfacing

Leaving new bloody pattern all on your furnishings

So sharp I cut silk in the river

Leave your head gone before you see a shadowy figure

As I paint a picture, deep in ancient China

Throw smoke bombs so thick, you can’t find na'

Ninja 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

Learned the art of war in my sleep with the spirits

Living stranger stands as the remainder, in danger

Treat, the beat is my retainer

I do the shogun a favour and save you

Even a hundred man deep, watch me wade through

See me chilling, while the harp will play

Ready to fight you to the death like the Kumite

Watch the skies turn grey, when my ninjas creep

I’ll pull your heart out of your chest, just to feel your beat

Slay with tongue, not the type to wave a gun

Hit your pressure points walk away calm, don’t run

Always moving with my face to the sun

Turn ronin around the time to the faking begun

Take the hits, write their names down

Do this for the story that they tell when I came 'round

Always high, but I never settle on 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 this ending like a scene out of Ong-Bak

There’s no masters and no needing for contracts

Cause people disappear overnight and don’t come back

Write the scriptures, what they depict is another loss foe that learned hard

that we’re the victors

You get it?

Blood it’s addictive

On some sick shit, won’t stop till there is no one on the hit list

I’m killing slappers, kids, animals and rappers

Casual as a bag of bull slapping on your sag puss

I bring madness, with a dagger I bring sadness

And 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 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 noggin off to ponder on the pain

I take you shopping round the hospital of AIDs

I ain’t popular, I’m wrong and I ain’t stopping till the grave

I assassinate, lacerate and decapitate

Hack you up in rag of rage wrap you up in some gaffa tape

Your body parts depicts the art

Been starving for this plan today

This man’s insane, mad, deranged

Assassin with a phantom phase

Targets on the bridge about to cut the rope and hand their fate

Bodies down the canyon, squirming

Kill ‘em with a hand grenade like BAAAANG!

Cause I’m a k-k-killer!

Cold-blooded, no fronting, don’t cross me, throat-cutting

Assassin with the passion for damage

Your man’s abandoned, hold him for ransom

Smack him with hammers

With eyes blacker than Marilyn Manson

Man, strength like Samson

Bare hench and handsome

Make dames get wet and rampant

I’ll bang ‘em and then dismount 'em

I’ma ambush 'em, tanks are standard

I’m robbing a bank with a hanger

Just to take a free bag

And we’re burning the cash to ashes

Quicker than rappers, making the victim vanish

Setting a trap and give 'em a drink of water

No, 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