Urban assassin.
Ya look inside yo skin,
don’t like the shape it’s in,
whatya doin?
Ya sure eat a lat,
growin big an fat,
while many get nat.
Killin ya boody.

Urban assassin.
Whadya tink?
of all the estinc,
ya gotta stop; blink.
Cravin an trashin,
stalkin and gassin,
shoutin an blassin.
Killin in blood.

Urban assassin.
Creatin strife,
wieldin yo knife,
takin out the wildlife.
Shootin the breeze,
fellin they trees,
doin as ya please.
Killin our hood.

Urban assassin.
Usin bad fuel,
no chance renewal,
it aint cool.
Makin dat plastic,
tink it fantastic,
aint nothin elastic.
Killin it good.

Urban assassin.
Spoilin da air,
got no care,
give us a scare.
Look right it she,
look left it he,
stop; from me.
Killin this hood.