Dan Bull Assassin Lyrics

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 them 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 maters 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 is ask And then I'll have grabbed them And then stabbed them In the abdomen that minute And be finished with the killing Before you've finished 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 passerby You wouldn't bat an eye Until your circulation's pacified So practiced I couldn't Count the crimes I've perpetrated How many spines or vertebrates I've snapped My raps travel through Sand and time Reverberate through generations Permeate my serenade Regurgitated through a nerd rapper's recitation To your earthly playlist

So I'd say this was a revelation (was a revelation) A revelation (a revelation) A revelation (a revelation) A revelation A revelation