Assassin. Assassins.

Limb separation bone isolation.

Nothing to do but to decapitate these words

Oh yeah

Abrasive allergic inhaling detergent

Eating the last of the words that were urgent oh yeah

This little girly wants to get to the action

Rob another bank and win a reaction

Didn't know she owned a gun

Didn't know she'd shoot that gun

Com on baby grab that cash and get in the car

hit the gas

the cops will catch up crazy fast

Come on baby drive

I cant believe you shot that guy

You better hope he doesn't die

This time there ain't no alibi faster baby drive

God! NO! what have we done?

Bonnie and Clyde on the run, on the run

This time your

Tricky-tricky-tricky tricks

Are more than just scaring me

They're making me sick

Babies in blenders and insect intestines

Nothing to eat but stained glass in heaven, man

Oh yeah

Nodding my head to the dancing dead

You'd be so surprised what the skeleton said, man

He said "…oh yeah"

Who'd ever think we would be 21?

Our faces will change but these places stay fun

Bonnie looked so beautiful biting at her cuticles

I'd never thought we'd get his far.

I never thought you'd stop this car

Shoot a guy and break my heart

Oh baby

You get me high

Dancing in the rain that night

Puddles dripping from your eyes

The greatest day of our lives

Maybe we should have died

Oh man look what we've done

We've suited our hearts

From the words off our tongues

This time your itty bitty-bitty bones

Will lock up inside you and not let you go

Huh?

Bonnie sails over the ocean

My bonnie sails over the sea

Wont you please bring back please bring back

My bonnie to me

Now I know what this girls all about

She'll hold you!

Fuck you!

Stick a gun in your mouth!

Call me romantic

Or call me naive

I spilled my own blood to save her heart

From the streets that she'll leave

You know what those damn cops will do if they find you

They'll cuff you

Or shoot you

Don't let them find you

You know what would happen

When you let this all happen

You're dead

Or you're happy

I hope that you're happy, baby

She was my bonnie my one and only my wifey my homey

Molded controlled me slowly showed me

Its only dough

You hold me boldly coldly like a .9

Use me cock me back and blow my mind

You're the thought behind my rhyme design

For quite some time

This life of crime has showed no sign of ending

Almost spouses running into house

Blouses doused in blood

Shouting "get down n empty the clout out of your trousers"

Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my baby by my side

Those baby blue eyes hypnotize

Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip on your thigh

Never slipping she's gripping

Smith n Wesson dressed in fishnets stretching from toe to heaven

Bonnie blessing bank with bullet flanks that blow whole ranks to waste

Lower than worthy women wibble wobble when wielding weight

Disintegrate when placed in these crazy ape states

These situations got me craving the rush

So much I want to reach out and touch

Clutch your bullets load your nuts

Finger fuck the rust off your trigger

Hear you hush

Chamber thrust then you bust