Lyrics

[Verse 1 - JC Assassin] Born abandoned, had to get examined Bounced like a dead cat's hand on the Titanic Bringing Assassin, back talk to backgammon By the way, all of you weak rappers practicing famine Me, King & Deevil collapsing assholes ain't a challenge Just invite your friends, they will come to an understanding So much pressure, we crystallized a whole planet Cause they hypnotized, minimized their companions Upcoming songwriter and I'm hot like bonfires Pull up in hotwire, and I pull an all nighter I done killed the rap game, took it with no permission I can go ballistic, I don't need no assistance Had to get KING and Kut Throat to get to this position It's gonna be futile like any kind of resistance After Jay Dayer dropping his verse, you ain't existing This track was so crazy, my killers will go the distance Fuck her in the pussy, make her walk like an Egyptian They don't always agree with me like terms and conditions Already left, they say you gotta right to your opinion Cabinet drug store, all of them been prescription Don't trust Tinder, they ain't nothing like description Yes, I'm a musician, just like your prediction Yes, you are forgiven, scalpel incision Yes, I got the grand, I'm the man like demolition Hate going on dates where her funds are insufficient Crossing me, Jay & Deevil like a superstition Three black cats go blat-blat with the ammunition I hit up these niggas, told 'em give 'em the definition That's why I got Deevil and the Young Toronto When I see niggas falling off, I hit 'em up pronto Young mulatto Soprano, this rap real life Picasso [Instrumental Break] [Instrumental Break] [Drum Roll] [Verse 3 - The Deevil's Advocate] Nah, this ain't a phase bitch, it's your favorite emo edgelord Falling off like Gollum at the precipice, reaching for The Ring My average masterpieces are hard to look at afterward— Like Precious crawling through your TV screen, when her father knocked her up again–insert F-word Seven days and nine months later, Brenda threw away the baby with it's teething ring OxyContin-mouth, you can catch me in the first chapter of the Bible Coiled around a tree harder than Sonny Bono, electrifying like I'm Tesla's disciple Leif to say the shadow of the valley of death is a crease in my palm, resonant evil, straight libel Expressly re-orient your Views, now bow in the pews and tell me who the real 666 god is Train your pain receptors, swam from Belgium to Olympus in a straight jacket, flawless Drop you from the roof of the house and watch that dead cat bounce down, like it jumped off the street Left him pale white, twenty one top gun kamikaze pilots salute at the GI's, this is the cobra's retaliation I write rap to make you afraid to use your eyes again This is the type of rap the devil would rise to condemn My rap looks to plunge the game into millenniums of darkness, descend, so you never see a sunset again Substance abuse interventions turn to eight hour exorcisms The Blair Witch Trials Rider, Parr for the course— Just check the cellar—sacerdotal confession's out of the question, I have nothing left to give him The inveterate paragraph crafter back at it, couldn't break a habit if it were a 50 dollar bill All in, counting cards and stacking chips, similar to bodies piling on the grassy knoll like Jack and Jill More bars than fucking alcoholics, burning rubber, with more tracks than Suge Night's road kill Broken down in the emergency lane on the highway to hell Officers tripping over grass like they're really tumbling down a hill, might as well Fell off into the fire lake, watch this dead cat bounce back like Anakin, my death knell I'm rapping straight from Revelations, meaning I came after Luke, how could I be the father? That elementary school play you call your 'music video' was as lifeless as Casey Anthony's daughter You rappers lease sports cars like mid-life crisis is contagious I switch whips ten times a day, like an indecisive dominatrix Insurance is overrated, but speaking of gambling, I'm tempting fate and flirting with death Playing Russian roulette with a single shot Berretta, karma's being a bitch, won't answer my texts Toronto, JC and I hitting licks, bank lifting and splitting, after Kane's job we constricted the BoA Spraying spasmodically like a spindrift, sequestering simoleons, still simpletons want us DoA Hated by everyone wherever I currently am, loved by whatever self-made cult I currently scam KING and The Kutthroat Range Roaming these streets, Challenge us if you want, can't Dodge a Ram Provoke us and end up ritualistically eviscerated, emotionless like the Mercury in my thermometer My insanity only knows the bounds of Infinity, mind-blowing like Lincoln in his viewing parameter Opened a can of worms like Abraham, read through you like the Abramelim jettisoned in Andromeda Duplicitously passed the lie detector test with flying colors like the Aurora Borealis Don't know what you expected to see, it's Deevil bitch, gore galore and only malice Motherfucker [Outro - JC Assassin] Watch how this dead cat bounce Watch how this dead cat bounce Watch how this fucking cat bounce Wa-watch how this dead cat-dead cat...