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S-A-double-V
I'll yoke you out, like an albino boa; rear naked choke from Destro,
latisimus dorsi flex, like a king cobra, trapezius corded;
no spectacles awarded, instead afforded it's the Red Hand of Ulster.
Nature's color-coded, the more spectacular the markings,
the more potent the poison. My copperhead stare polar, but so much colder.
I got that anaconda coil, bone-breaking serpentine swag at my disposal.
So, heed the warning soldier; I'll reproach you wit' venom, you get no
cold shoulder. The general issue can't soil my order.
Approach a master seargent and get shown no quarter.
I'll hug you 'til your bones are broken and your wardrobe's soiled.
I could just go viper and bite your fuckin' face off; leave you caroded,
and spoiled. The tactics formless cause chaos and disorder.
You're walkin' uphil, approachin' a boulder. I don' call the rollers,
S-A-double-V'll bowl you over.
My detonator'll tear a whole through your border, the frequency recorded.
I walk away, like mission accomplished,after I trigger the plastique, nails and the mortars.
ANT THE RANT
Concealed, by ancient secrets unrevealed, specialist in my field,
job done, the same way they did for 400 years, cold hard steel,
kanji script, from forearm to bicep, describe the path that I step,
monomi in absolute darkness, shinobi in the west to bring death,
contracted, but never to be contacted, I put my plans to practice,
traverse the fence, sneak in the back entrance, disguised as a servant,
hiding in plain sight, at night, wearing white, avoid shadows, stay in light,
appears motionless, despite his fade and reappears right, beside the target site,
Free solo up 8 flights, from a drainage pipe, Roulade from rooftop to balcony,
Lâché down to landing on a ledge, with firm legs, he's used to being on edge,
task easily managed, tenugui face mask, keen to not be seen from this vantage,
hira-shuriken slanted, razor sharp damage, landed exactly where I planned it,
the perfect distraction, slide into action, shinobigatana, slice through your bandanna,
and neck, in a fraction, of a second, kick your body off severed, headless and hallow,
finished off with an arrow, then take flight like the sparrow, down a pathway narrow,
in the district of Harrow, they wont discover the body for several hours, rendezvous bellevue, clock tower, in these heavy London night showers, I fade into the darkness, that's why they call me the Stormshadow.
