[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 n***as, told ‘em give 'em the definition
That’s why I got Deevil and the Young Toronto
When I see n***as falling off, I hit 'em up pronto
Young mulatto Soprano, this rap real life Picasso

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[Verse 2 - Young Toronto]
It’s Young Toronto, what more can I say?
Fuck tomorrow I’m the KING of today
Y'all hobbit n***as running, I’m the Lord of the ring; Cassius Clay
No other n***as stand in my way
How could you argue and say
That I’m not the top 5 OAT, really it’s no debate
I’m on some next level shit as you can see
Like Sean reppin Detroit on Holy Key
Spent a couple years in Motown
That’s part of the attitude you see in me
Girl wanted to have sex with me
Oral or anal girl, what would it be?
She said getting oral would make her whole day
Getting anal would make her hole weak
Gotta get that lubrication, I’m fucking up the whole nation
All these stupid ass relations giving me a burning sensation
Doctor said I almost got the clap then I said “bullshit”
He said “C'mon buddy, buddy c'mon buddy, buddy c'mon
Yo, you best protect ya dick
He’s was not one to argue with, but I didn’t
Didn’t listen, ended up humiliated
Who’d know he knew his shit?
All he wanted was to guide this kid
Away from the dangers that persist
Butt fuck it
I’m cuming from behind to fuck the globe
I don’t know how in the world it’ll manage though
Face the fact I got it giving fellatio in the back of a Tahoe
Everyone giving deep throat when they meet the KING and Kut Throat
I touch the road in a Nissan Rogue
While you tricked thinking Buicks ain’t for old folks
Earlier I grabbed the cash, now I’m on that dead cat bounce
Grandpa taught me to make money by selling it per quarter ounce
He said watch out for the snakes, at any moment they can pounce
Like Jada I keep the grass cut so I can shoot em out
King of Zamunda like Luda, that’s the Word Of Mouf
Fighting dirty with a grenade and take your whole clique out
That goes for anybody tryna come fuck up our side
I can tell the fugazi from the ones who say they down to ride
I’m taking the time to explain to y'all when I could be getting fried
Telling y'all about what really goes on in the "6 side”
Getting a young OG’s views from Toronto
As long as you Jay you’ll be safe in Toronto
I don’t know why Drake’s the star of Toronto
90 percent of the time he ain’t in Toronto
I’m just tryna tell this man to stop being macho
That’s all I gotta say we’ll finish talking when I see you on the road…

[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...