ILL BILL, Little Vic, Slaine - CALL THE CORONER lyrics
[ILL BILL, Little Vic, Slaine - CALL THE CORONER lyrics]
They'll kill you in front of your
Kids' eyes with big smiles and SIG Sauers
Chop you up and dip you in the sweet and sour
A chessboard of espionage and death squads
Men of God stay ahead of the curve
And extra sharp
Mistaken identity, machete massacres
Crazy Eddie logos printed on bags of dust
Mafia christenings, kiss the ring
Wish the pistol sing
Like Smokey Robinson when they split your wig
Muscle 'em the snub Draco
On the threaded barrel
Flaming serrated arrows
Slay the eight headed Pharaoh
A hundrеd plagues God conducts
Like an orchestra
A hundrеd AK’s in the trunk
Of the Porsche truck
Legends never die and the law’s corrupt
Bosses up, sweat and tears are not enough
This cost us blood
All missiles, pistol boom
Make your jaw bristle
Whistle through a hole in the door
And make the wall sizzle
Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
Whoa! Another body, call the coroner
Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
Make that shotty talk back
Fill your coffin up
There’s blood on his hands
This wasn’t the plan
When he got into his cousin’s Sedan
Hot as an oven one summer AM, Summer of Sam
Still buzzing
Told his cousin 'circle back around
The hover and scram'
"Got a problem with my broad" he said
"Think she’s involved with Fat Paul
I just wanna see if her car’s there
And that’s all", that’s what he said
That was his intent
But he saw her car in the driveway
His vision bent sideways
Grabbed the Louisville out the foreign car
Dipped into the backyard where he
Saw the door ajar
Popped in, I’m warning y’all
One day in Florida caught him in the act
Someone call the coroner
You say, a sudden reaction
A Tuesday’s love and attachment
Can shift into a backspin
To Wednesday’s fatal attraction
He did it with a baseball bat
And that’s the way that it happened
Crazy as a fox is
Bathrobes and boxers for the awkward boss
(Shit) who mumble jewels and acts
Confused during walk-and talks (Huh?)
Bury these fed wasps and Wonder
Bread wops under Bedrock
Got guys like Fred and Barney in a headlock
(Fuck over here)
Hell’s Angels, Heaven’s demon, the seven seas
(Seven seas)
Where I scattered and dismembered
For the Genovese (Hm-m)
Phone loaded with selfies
The feds listen on it
So I bury electronics like
The clique was Amish (Gimme that shit)
Vic the Godless
Chicks have uttered the dick’s demonic
I stick her on it, her neck spinning
Pupils switch to Onyx (Lord have mercy)
Bacdafucup, my lineage just a
List of convicts
Grandfather was rocking with Nixonomics
(Ha ha ha) avoid data from boys blabber
And take your man
And beat the ‘Roids out of him
Move like Floyd Patterson
It’s Little Vic, Slaine and ILL BILL
Take a chill pill (Chill pill)
They got me hooked back then
And they still will (Uhh)
Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
Whoa! Another body, call the coroner
Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
Make that shotty talk back
Fill your coffin up
Kids' eyes with big smiles and SIG Sauers
Chop you up and dip you in the sweet and sour
A chessboard of espionage and death squads
Men of God stay ahead of the curve
And extra sharp
Mistaken identity, machete massacres
Crazy Eddie logos printed on bags of dust
Mafia christenings, kiss the ring
Wish the pistol sing
Like Smokey Robinson when they split your wig
Muscle 'em the snub Draco
On the threaded barrel
Flaming serrated arrows
Slay the eight headed Pharaoh
A hundrеd plagues God conducts
Like an orchestra
A hundrеd AK’s in the trunk
Of the Porsche truck
Legends never die and the law’s corrupt
Bosses up, sweat and tears are not enough
This cost us blood
All missiles, pistol boom
Make your jaw bristle
Whistle through a hole in the door
And make the wall sizzle
Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
Whoa! Another body, call the coroner
Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
Make that shotty talk back
Fill your coffin up
There’s blood on his hands
This wasn’t the plan
When he got into his cousin’s Sedan
Hot as an oven one summer AM, Summer of Sam
Still buzzing
Told his cousin 'circle back around
The hover and scram'
"Got a problem with my broad" he said
"Think she’s involved with Fat Paul
I just wanna see if her car’s there
And that’s all", that’s what he said
That was his intent
But he saw her car in the driveway
His vision bent sideways
Grabbed the Louisville out the foreign car
Dipped into the backyard where he
Saw the door ajar
Popped in, I’m warning y’all
One day in Florida caught him in the act
Someone call the coroner
You say, a sudden reaction
A Tuesday’s love and attachment
Can shift into a backspin
To Wednesday’s fatal attraction
He did it with a baseball bat
And that’s the way that it happened
Crazy as a fox is
Bathrobes and boxers for the awkward boss
(Shit) who mumble jewels and acts
Confused during walk-and talks (Huh?)
Bury these fed wasps and Wonder
Bread wops under Bedrock
Got guys like Fred and Barney in a headlock
(Fuck over here)
Hell’s Angels, Heaven’s demon, the seven seas
(Seven seas)
Where I scattered and dismembered
For the Genovese (Hm-m)
Phone loaded with selfies
The feds listen on it
So I bury electronics like
The clique was Amish (Gimme that shit)
Vic the Godless
Chicks have uttered the dick’s demonic
I stick her on it, her neck spinning
Pupils switch to Onyx (Lord have mercy)
Bacdafucup, my lineage just a
List of convicts
Grandfather was rocking with Nixonomics
(Ha ha ha) avoid data from boys blabber
And take your man
And beat the ‘Roids out of him
Move like Floyd Patterson
It’s Little Vic, Slaine and ILL BILL
Take a chill pill (Chill pill)
They got me hooked back then
And they still will (Uhh)
Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
Whoa! Another body, call the coroner
Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
Make that shotty talk back
Fill your coffin up