Andre Nickatina - Walkin' Assa**in lyrics

[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Ooo it's all good in my hood when I plot You fools can't stop, the f** it, 'caine snorting juggernaut The new Jim Jones never fakin' it Put my hand around your neck and end up breakin' it Just like the Son of Sam, I can get the devil out I'm swelling eyes, busting mouths and ripping throats out Cause n***as hate me and my dick they wanna boil it But I'm stopping n***as up like a toilet Gimme a scent mutha f**a I'll find it Then soak n***as like a mutha f**in hydrant The shape shift got me trippin' through with no remorse I walk out, but I'd have done a f**in' corpse Dre Dog'll eat a steak I can't f** with pork I walk around and sport a beanie with a pitchfork And don't get mad cause I'm a reverend and I smoke dope If it was cool ???f**in joes??? I'd beat a dead pope A lot of fools wanna fight me (so what) But I gives a damn if nobody likes me So don't slip mutha f**a don't you go to sleep I break your jaw and have you choking on your wisdom teeth I could never be a b**h n***a how that look? I got n***as in my closet hung on meat hooks So get big and I'm the n***a fool and that's forealla Straight up walkin' a**a**in, Fillmo' k**a [Hook] Creep with me as I crawl through the hood Deep in my eyes as I walk as I creep Creep with me as I crawl through the hood It's D, I'm the number on a**a**in Creep with me as I crawl through the hood The ultimate psycho, insane with a chainsaw You have it, the mutha f**as don't allow somethin [Verse 2: Fly Mar] I'm the n***a, that made push come to shove Dumb n***a, whatchu thinkin' of? I tried to put my whole city on the map But n***as didn't feel that, they wanna peel my cap On top of that n***as had to pimp hate Tellin' everybody don't go by the n***a Tate Huh, you heard what he said about us? Man, I'm booked as f** and I'm on the bus, yo But I'mma get recognized one way Either on the news or the front page So I'm back and I'm causing lots of drama I'm k**ing n***as but first I'm k**ing n***as mamas To make em feel what I done felt The Fly Mar n***a ain't playing with a full deck I got plans to jacking planes in the Bahamas And I'm doing this sick sh** in my pajamas Cause I been up since 9 and murder's on my mind So I'm sleepwalking, like Frankenstein So if you see me you better run from me Cause I'm strapped up plain wrapped up like a mummy Dummy, ain't a damn thing funny I wanna jack loot but it ain't for money It's the thrill of k**in' a mutha f**a Cause I'm sick and tired of being played like a s**er I snatched a n***a eyes out, and flipped him upside down Squeeze his body till a puddle of blood fell on the ground Now I gotta get iller, you know That's why the caravan going to a funeral Perfect day for a 93 ma**acre I'm about the make the hearse drive and join the pa**enger And I could a give up for these kids in the mob Because I'm a**a**inating like Lee Harvey Oswald Get a mother f**er that k**ed Kennedy So next time you hear Fly Mar you'll remember me I'm k**ing mutha f**as with a pa**ion Fly Mar is the walkin' a**a**in [Verse 3: ADR Lavey (of Triple 6)] Back once again, I'm the Son of the Devil The Walkin' Assa**ain, Now I'm on the next level d**h approached me and tried to take me, I made him a deal-take this innocent little baby f** it, he ain't seen much- when you speak of the devil I come threw in the clutch I Practice black magic with a d**h curse, I got triple gold Daton's on a pearl black hearse Dropped to the ground with tinted gla**, throwin' up gang signs packin my tear gas Jump in the hearse lets take a ride, till we head to the spot we jump out and do a walk by Got to the spot in the hearse I'ma smoke my ex b**h, if Phil doesn't k** her first Ready to fly, and ready to do this-because that stupid b**h was the next on the hitlist I'm kickin down the door screamin' “k** that b**h!” You shouldn't have f**ed with The sick Triple 6 I Let off the tear gas and set up the smoke screen, right at the back door and set up the guillotine The b**h was inside so we kicked in the door, We let off a shot, screamin, “All you mutha f**ers on the floor!” They know I'm crazy cause my eyes is glowin' red, you run for the door you'll take two to the head Her mother ran anyway right out the back, the guillotine's quick, slice her dead in the f**in' back! b**h!, now she's layin' their half-dead, grabbed my knife and carved sixes in her forehead Back in the house so I can finish the job, k** off her family-Hail to the street mob Chopped up the bodies and took they life Close my eyes and licked the blood off the knife - Set the bodies on fire, startin' from the neck, watchin the face melt, I'm sittin' in a cold sweat The bodies are gone they don't exist, you can't f** with ADR the Satanist! THE WALKING ASSASSIN.... [Verse 4: Fela Phil] I gotta a d**hwish standing in the graveyard im hollaring at the moon Theirs gonna be a d**h soon And i can't stand it A mothaf**ing bandit Feelin kinda free Let me im on a k**ing spree Fir up the chainsaw Ready to go around Life is a gamble i knew you couldn't handle a mothaf**in vandle f** its the holocaust money is my green Transform im a terrorist Walking in my dead sleep,when your on my contract Steam rolling heavy,moving steady here i go Fine with the suicide,front row,siting in the beginning At a funeral,bone crusher as im ready to move through the room Sharp like a razor blade,step into the casket,will i get blasted Heat from the underground caught u in the conflict Life has a rice get it right i call a**a**ins k**a get the job done murder one deadline Aiming for my target time to eliminate far from the hit zone Take it from a vet slice'em to neck Put his motha f**in a** in check So the bell ring and the quad sing,the walking a**asins Theirs going to be a funeral you ba*tard without yo head in the mothafukin casket (finally f**in done with this song!!!)