Through the concrete jungle
This epidemic is slowly spreading like AIDS through veins
Standing, gun on their waist smile embedded on their face
Book bag on their shoulder and a fitted hat to the back
The juvenile assassin crotches; ninja ready to attack
Ready for any sudden aggravation to set forth the release of frustration
The prey moves
The assassin smirks ready to move to the grim groove
Innocently the prey turns
Instantly the shinny grim reaper emerges
Closing eyes, mocking the gangsters, the reaper is on an incline
Like the fourth of July, the reapers nuts as his children fly
Imbedding themselves in the preys chest and thigh
Inpreganting the prey with the embryo of death
Legs dropping like the twin towers
Drowning in red liquid
Eyes rolling like dice
Body feeling feather like
THe prey collaspes
In the surroundings, the people scatter like roaches seeing the light
The assassin flees, like gazilles fleeing for their lives.
Away, the assassin gets praise from the Sensei
Adds a check on where a chart lays
Returns to the lar, out comes the 2k he plays
Laughing the day away
Night annd day make up and break up
As the assassin continues his groove
Heroes plan their heroic move
As night breaks up with day
A range of pounds like african drums
As heavy as the assassin's elder
And the countdown towards the end tick tocks
Presperation fills the force and pits
The assassin flies out the window like Usain
Carrying silver savers, the assassin is knocked doown like Bush exerting a tackle..
Balling like Irene
He's locked up like a murder fiend
Shedding water like the Titantic sinking into it's watery grave
Taken into punishment.
Locked away he is.
With no 2k or basketball rums
No hat to turn bck.
The bars clank.
Slealing his fate with a kiss on a flank..