[ILL BILL] Torture you for drug money and laugh, we the funniest, We find humor in things we leave bloodiest, Goons from the NYC, Canarsie, ILL CaniBILL, ya'll know who the fuck I be, On stage and paranoid, I be carryin' heat, 'Cause what happened to Dimebag ain't gonna happen to me, I'm poppin' that grey ratchet, honour Mark David Chapman, Spaz out and bash in his face with a hatchet, Take it in blood, sniff lines between hatred and love, Between your body and the case in the slugs, Make bass stomp like Geddy Lee on stage with Rush, 190 BPM's laced with dust, We the tyrannical, my tabernacle's mechanical, Fanatical with the appetite of a cannibal, Splatter your fuckin' head in half like a cantelope, I'm the disease and there is no antidote. [NECRO] Kill back, liberate your brain quick, And puff a brick of weight, Smoke 'til you deteriorate, Tittelate and invigerate, Articulate sick hate, Get your chestplate trigger-sprayed, Instigate and pick a date for your [rip], A knife in your throat, a slug in your back, Pick your fate, Watch it miss and ricochet off your brain, 'Til you sit and lay in a bed in a cripple state, The autopsy will stipulate, the gun shot's incel bait, With the beat, incubate, Ain't it plain to see? If there's any one cat that'll murk your brain, it's me, I'm established and anguished, Like Genghis Khan holdin' a shank, kid, Spittin' Satanic slanguage, I speak brutal truth, beef with me, you will lose, What you wanna do? It's for you to choose. [MR. HYDE] Shoot the grapple hooks, kid, I caught you with words, ish is evil like an old man torturing birds, Straight halitosis, my style is the grossest, Whoever's closest will feel the ferocious, Impact of my blade, let you capped with the fade, You're trapped in my maze full of lactating maids, So happy you stayed to enjoy the carnival, You'll be fitted for a noose, hanging like a barnacle, Inflict a vicious scar the size that midgets are, Three feet deep in a ditch in Wichita, Punk paranoid pussy, you pissed your underwear, Rip, cut and tear, kid, your blood in Tupperwear, Live a pessimist life, suicide is appealing, Hang myself from the ceiling dangling like an earring, Veins and a belt, inject the heroine, Methadone 'til you're gone, kid, I'm killing everyone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
