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I'm like a ninja (hi hi yah!) come to make you bleed, tiptoeing through the shadows 'cause I'm light on my feet.
Jumping off rooftops, using stealth to kill ya.
It's like I've been here before, this place is looking familiar.
With a price on your head, there's no place you can hide.
I use swords, blades, spears, poison arrows, and knives.
I take lives away, 'til there ain't none left.
I'm not a fan of Justin Biebar, I'm the angel of death.
I put the "ass" in assassin, I'm kind of a clown, but the guards will never catch me, I don't wanna get found.
Signing mad contracts and rackin' up bids, takin' way more hits than Rihanna did. (Ooh).
And did I mention I'm the master of disguise?
Stab you right in your back from behind three times.
Was it me, or him, or somebody else?
When you see me come a runnin', then you'll poop yourself.
Some people have normal lives.
My only friends are blades, poison arrows, and knives.
Some people have a deathwish.
I'll ghost you motherfucker, make you un-exist.
It's lookin' bleak, I come to make you bleed.
No chance to escape, it's Assassin's Creed.
So bleak, I come to make you bleed.
No chance to escape, it's Assassin's Creed.
Keep my voice low, no need to get loud.
And if you think you got me pegged, then I blend into the crowd.
Hangin' around with harlots and prostitutes.
Turn around for a second, I'll pickpocket your loot.
And shoot my hidden blade right into your chest.
The axe to your dome is makin' a mess.
They're perplexed. (Hey, where did that guy go?) Climbing up the building hanging off the window.
On the low, take a nap, in the hay, let the law pass.
Then pop out with my blade, stick it in your ass.
I'm fast, and to kill is my mission.
Checkin' out mad butts with my eagle vision.
Get out of my kitchen when I'm cooking up pain, tossing coins to the crowd, straight makin' it rain.
I'm a cereal killer, always eatin' Froot Loops, but I always got some time to stop and stare at some boobs.
Some people get no respect.
I'll send you swingin' with a noose around your neck.
Some people are overrated.
Like a chicken with no head I'll leave you decapitated.
It's lookin' bleak.
I come to make you bleed.
No chance to escape.
It's Assassin's Creed.
So, bleak.
I come to make you bleed.
No chance to escape.
It's Assassin's Creed.
Well being a killer, really is lonely.
It's hard to find a chick that is sick enough to bone me.
So I keep it undercover that my lover is my hand, and if you've never had to do it then you wouldn't understand.
And my plan is to take every one of you out.
Toss your ass off the roof, or put some poison in your mouth.
No doubt, can't shout, with my sword in your ear.
Like Houdini, you'll disappear. (Later!) Yeah, of course I'm ridin' around on my horse, always swingin' my sword, straight leavin' a corpse.
Killin' off the bad guys, it never gets old.
Revenge is a dish that is best served cold.
You can try to run if you want, but you'll never escape.
I got the hidden gun cocked, pointed right at your face.
So watch your back because I'm dangerous.
I'm the motherfuckin' king of the Animus!
It's lookin' bleak.
I come to make you bleed.
No chance to escape.
It's Assassin's Creed.
So, bleak.
I come to make you bleed.
No chance to escape.
It's Assassin's Creed.
It's lookin' bleak.
I come to make you bleed.
No chance to escape.
It's Assassin's Creed.
So, bleak.
I come to make you bleed.
No chance to escape.
It's Assassin's Creed.
