Lyrics:
Brotherhood... (x4)
Dash back to the renaissance like a racehorse
Mate I'll slash your face off
Make sure that I break your jaw
Like I break laws (break laws)
Grateful that I gained the support of a new patron
Stationed in the Papal States
But I take short breaks on days off
To take tours round Spain lakes or Naples
What you wanna fight me? Why didn't you say so?
What are you thinking that I'm bringing these blades for
Flush with the weaponry, yep I've got a lot
Atop of your neck, is a Terracotta pot
You wanna watch it's not going to topple off
Whoop! butter fingers what a clot
Death comes sweet like I'm serving butter scotch
Let's turn this up a notch
The Brotherhood is our home
But it's understood that when in Rome
We do as the romans do
Appropiate their culture and then use it to ruin you...
Half animal, half cannonball
Fired out of the prow of a man of war
Without the sound of gunpowder pounding
Prowling around veiled in the crowd around me
I smell a heap of trouble so I'm clambering the rubble
Then I'm running from an alley to a tunnel like I'm Sally Gunnel
My genes are a museum look within see what I'm seeing
from columns to Colosseum
I'm one of these hitmen whose victim isn't going to see them
As a policy I'm surreptitious
Polish anyone off becoming suspicious
Sophisticated enough to know when I need to be thoroughly vicious
If I was you I'd strap on a parachute
You never know who's dropping in from out the blue
Have you heard the way, the biggest birds of prey
Can take a baby away like an invertebrate?
With a steel spine I've the nerve to say that I'm a spider
Now finish up your curds and whey
The Brotherhood is our home
But it's understood that when in Rome
We do as the romans do
Appropiate their culture and then use it to ruin you (x2)
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