Assassin

 

Go to Jamaica 

And wake up 

Chiquita

Tell her we need her

Come quick like a cheetah

Time for the ritual

Bring blades and some scissors

And towels to clean up

The bloody excretions

Jamaican top shotta´

Call her ox killah´

She will slice you 

From tissue to the bone

And watch you bleed out

She is an assassin

Call her the cutthroat diva

Signs her initial

Signature official

Can’t see when she’s coming

Open door or window

Laid many men down

Man-eater, black widow

I dare you to try her

Today or tomorrow

She’s going to get you

And leave you in sorrow

From high up she jumps down

To get to your level

Unassuming assassin

An angel, the devil

Shines bright like a diamond

Morning star Lucifer

Hail Mary can’t save you 

You will need some Jesus

Begging on your knees

Saying please Lord forgive us

Sharp shooter, shot caller

From the dead, Lazarus

Bear witness to the powers

Blooming in her like flowers

Swift as the wind that stops blowing

In your final hour

There’s silence amassing 

As you’re slowly passing

Kiss of death from yours truly

Chiquita

The silent assassin