Right now Im the last in a long line of assassins with passion
Dedicated to the heart of the art not the spotlight or fashion
Watch the Sun throw uppercuts at the darkside of the city
Where the gun blows,suckers fuck under parklights,it aint pretty
The mood change,my frame strays to minimise the friction
If the foods plain my brain stays in critical condition
Running round in circles but expect the unexpected
Check the neck,it stays protected but the rest remain infected
I am legend,written in scripture,kick down heaven
I'll rip a snake out of his skin and get drunk off the venom....
New word=Parasite
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