Certified Assassins (feat. FREEZE)

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 fucking feet Clap your goddamn hands when you listen to me Cause I'm a fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking pain so he stays Damn I am the man I know everybody want me but I'm too fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking shards And life's hard but you know what We hustlin' these bars