ILL BILL - Dope Fiend '94 lyrics
[ILL BILL - Dope Fiend '94 lyrics]
Let me get that needle, pass it
When it comes to the get high
Baby I'm a junkie bastard
The fastest, and now my stomach's empty
Let me get a dozen bagels
And an schmear of Dempsey
Now please, arrest me, officer
'Cause, I started lookin' in the Nautica
Polo, Tommy Hilfiger sweater
Mr woody Harrelson couldn't do no better
I'm Natural Born to the motherfuckin' letter
For pleasure
I dig out your brain like treasure
Take your blood pressure, examine, measure
Discover, twenty years ago I
Fucked your mother
I'm a born junkie, I'll never recover
Let me get that needle, pass it
When it comes to bein' the dope fiend
Kid I got's to have it
Let me get that needle, pass it
When it comes to the get high
Baby I'm a junkie bastard
I be gettin' voodoo raw like Greek sex
I'm searchin' for six chicks wit' sloppy
Tit's hangin' off their chests
Fuck kickin' flavor in your ear
I'd rather kick you in your fuckin' cunt
Then rip off your brassiere
I'm here, Mr i double-L-B-I double L
Puffin' on a nick o' crack in my jail cell
They pay me well for my services
When I murder kids, I orgasm
Then I get rid of the evidence
Left up on the scene of the crime
I spit maggots out of my mouth when I rhyme
Bloody, little punk ass, rudy-dudy
Let me get your crack rock and all your money
Sonny, I'm a fuckin' sicky
I'll asphyxiate you then toss you
In the lake like Ricki
Illin' like a handy-capped spaz
Peep the zoobaz
Rippin' out the frame of your ass
Walkin' through the rain, I saw ya
You were holdin' hands
I'm startin' to feel like Oran "Juice" Jones
I don't really care if you
Just returned your glasses
I'm a take a butcher knife
To your sorry asses
As I fantasize about pizza pies wit' human
Body parts and shit
Get your fuckin' throat slit
'Cause, I'm a modern crazy guy
You're all gonna die
So why even bother actin' fly
On the plane to Chicago
Call Hertz Rent a Rental Car
Think your crazy 'cause you got a scar
Think again, I'll cut you again
I'm a put that doody-casserole inside
Of your mother's oven
When it comes to the get high
Baby I'm a junkie bastard
The fastest, and now my stomach's empty
Let me get a dozen bagels
And an schmear of Dempsey
Now please, arrest me, officer
'Cause, I started lookin' in the Nautica
Polo, Tommy Hilfiger sweater
Mr woody Harrelson couldn't do no better
I'm Natural Born to the motherfuckin' letter
For pleasure
I dig out your brain like treasure
Take your blood pressure, examine, measure
Discover, twenty years ago I
Fucked your mother
I'm a born junkie, I'll never recover
Let me get that needle, pass it
When it comes to bein' the dope fiend
Kid I got's to have it
Let me get that needle, pass it
When it comes to the get high
Baby I'm a junkie bastard
I be gettin' voodoo raw like Greek sex
I'm searchin' for six chicks wit' sloppy
Tit's hangin' off their chests
Fuck kickin' flavor in your ear
I'd rather kick you in your fuckin' cunt
Then rip off your brassiere
I'm here, Mr i double-L-B-I double L
Puffin' on a nick o' crack in my jail cell
They pay me well for my services
When I murder kids, I orgasm
Then I get rid of the evidence
Left up on the scene of the crime
I spit maggots out of my mouth when I rhyme
Bloody, little punk ass, rudy-dudy
Let me get your crack rock and all your money
Sonny, I'm a fuckin' sicky
I'll asphyxiate you then toss you
In the lake like Ricki
Illin' like a handy-capped spaz
Peep the zoobaz
Rippin' out the frame of your ass
Walkin' through the rain, I saw ya
You were holdin' hands
I'm startin' to feel like Oran "Juice" Jones
I don't really care if you
Just returned your glasses
I'm a take a butcher knife
To your sorry asses
As I fantasize about pizza pies wit' human
Body parts and shit
Get your fuckin' throat slit
'Cause, I'm a modern crazy guy
You're all gonna die
So why even bother actin' fly
On the plane to Chicago
Call Hertz Rent a Rental Car
Think your crazy 'cause you got a scar
Think again, I'll cut you again
I'm a put that doody-casserole inside
Of your mother's oven