C-Lance, Snak The Ripper, ILL BILL - Tales from the Darkside lyrics
[C-Lance, Snak The Ripper, ILL BILL - Tales from the Darkside lyrics]
Orgasm and spit, the masters of the sick
The assassins of the clique
In the passionate abyss
Everybody got shooter dudes moped
Blow off your head, scooter goon
Shoot you through the moonroof of a Subaru
Groupies are fly, Uzi's are primed
Twist your wig like the Guggenheim
Or roofies in wine
Peruvian group of birds quick
To shoot you first
My personal Lucifers, a trillion ways to die
Which would you prefer?
Suicidals get defenestrated Satanism
Put that in your pipe and
Smoke it up like Jamaica-ism
For the sake of my fam, I do evil things
Turn to the dark side, turn into a evil king
All the while
The Grim Reaper laugh in the shadows
With a sawed-off and two hollow
Shells in the barrel fuck around with me
You better have good karma
They’ll find you cut up into
Little pieces like shawarma
I prolly body y'all i prolly body y'all
I prolly body y’all
Masked up like Mardi Gras
I prolly body y'all i prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
Droppin' off your body parts
So your mommy saw
I stay slick like puke on the floor
Smile and wave to the camera
While I'm lootin' the store
C-Lance chopping samples up to
Loop and record some more
Bring me your deluxe shit that you can afford
This shit's terrific
More horrific than crash scenes
Every verse so prolific
Shit too sick for your vaccines
Stealth Bomb Records keep it
Running like track teams
We really in these streets like
Hookers and crack fiends
My shit’s too real to think
That they could relate
Yo my movements is like chess so
I don’t make a mistake
If we talking 'bout getting baked
Then I’m taking the cake
Smoke a pound at the same
Time you blazin' an eighth
I'm from a different dimension
Where nothing's the same
Come from the destruction and flames
So I’m fucked in the brain
I'm Deebo in my city
Rappers tuck in their chain
We ain't playing anymore, bitch
Enough of the games, fuck you
I prolly body y'all i prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
Masked up like Mardi Gras
I prolly body y'all i prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
Droppin' off your body parts
So your mommy saw
Steer this ship through the storm
It murder porn
I'm not the one you should be underestimatin'
Murder like slow and rapid flow
Hazardous for your health
Hell's the next stop
Words get sharper, skies turn darker
The poison I spit
There'll never be an antidote
Dealin' cracks and go bananas like a primate
The assassins of the clique
In the passionate abyss
Everybody got shooter dudes moped
Blow off your head, scooter goon
Shoot you through the moonroof of a Subaru
Groupies are fly, Uzi's are primed
Twist your wig like the Guggenheim
Or roofies in wine
Peruvian group of birds quick
To shoot you first
My personal Lucifers, a trillion ways to die
Which would you prefer?
Suicidals get defenestrated Satanism
Put that in your pipe and
Smoke it up like Jamaica-ism
For the sake of my fam, I do evil things
Turn to the dark side, turn into a evil king
All the while
The Grim Reaper laugh in the shadows
With a sawed-off and two hollow
Shells in the barrel fuck around with me
You better have good karma
They’ll find you cut up into
Little pieces like shawarma
I prolly body y'all i prolly body y'all
I prolly body y’all
Masked up like Mardi Gras
I prolly body y'all i prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
Droppin' off your body parts
So your mommy saw
I stay slick like puke on the floor
Smile and wave to the camera
While I'm lootin' the store
C-Lance chopping samples up to
Loop and record some more
Bring me your deluxe shit that you can afford
This shit's terrific
More horrific than crash scenes
Every verse so prolific
Shit too sick for your vaccines
Stealth Bomb Records keep it
Running like track teams
We really in these streets like
Hookers and crack fiends
My shit’s too real to think
That they could relate
Yo my movements is like chess so
I don’t make a mistake
If we talking 'bout getting baked
Then I’m taking the cake
Smoke a pound at the same
Time you blazin' an eighth
I'm from a different dimension
Where nothing's the same
Come from the destruction and flames
So I’m fucked in the brain
I'm Deebo in my city
Rappers tuck in their chain
We ain't playing anymore, bitch
Enough of the games, fuck you
I prolly body y'all i prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
Masked up like Mardi Gras
I prolly body y'all i prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
Droppin' off your body parts
So your mommy saw
Steer this ship through the storm
It murder porn
I'm not the one you should be underestimatin'
Murder like slow and rapid flow
Hazardous for your health
Hell's the next stop
Words get sharper, skies turn darker
The poison I spit
There'll never be an antidote
Dealin' cracks and go bananas like a primate