Asmodias - Certified Assassins (feat. FREEZE) Lyrics

I'm not really kidding when I say I hate life F*ck you for thinking that you can live mine

Cause half the shit that I've been through will blow your mind

Cause if you did you couldn't fit my shoes

I am not a new kid no I ain't singing the blues

I be coming out here drinking all the booze

So you can pick and choose you ain't Jesus Christ

Cause when you f*ck with Asmo you are gonna die

This ain't no game of dice you cannot play me on the street

You cannot play me on the street

Asmo done snap when he gets up on a beat

Make you wanna nod your head and stomp your f*cking feet

Clap your goddamn hands when you listen to me

Cause I'm a f*cking savage when I'm rapping on these beats

Yeah I'm coming to eat all these other MCs in the streets

Leaving them deceased by the end of the week

Bitch

I'm so sick in my brain
So demented I'm going insane

Don't even know my own f*cking name is it Asmo or is it ScumBag

Damn I'm lame not up in your game

You don't wanna come around here stay in your lane

Asmo he's insane when he walks into a church yeah he bursts into flames

And he loves the f*cking pain so he stays

Damn

I am the man I know everybody want me but

I'm too f*cking busy man

I can't handle the demand

And isn't it grand that I am an assassin

Shooter for hire

If I don't got bullets then I'll kill you with this pair of f*cking pliers that I used to break your window

Let me introduce you all to my friend yo

So I can rhyme for days I'll spit till the money pays

The name's Slim and I'm like hah
F*ck you do

Whatever it takes to make it pay

You probably couldn't handle my ways young struggling soldier

Just trying to make it through the rain

Was looking for the sun but always seemed to find his pain

Yeah no f*cking kid of mine will struggle through this game

Yeah the game of life it's all darkness it's no light you gots to hustle everyday

Or spit it on the mic cause when I write I think I'm clever

Like hopefully one day I can conquer this endeavor

Maybe clear up some f*cking weather looking for a sunny day

But I said f*ck you

Yeah whatever makes it pay you couldn't handle me

And our ways like here's the truth

I'm trying to rip it apart up in the booth I got art

Yeah I actually got a bag of f*cking shards

And life's hard but you know what

We hustlin' these bars