ILL BILL, Goretex - Embrace Your Satan lyrics
[ILL BILL, Goretex - Embrace Your Satan lyrics]
What? Costumed assassins, in the
Heart of New York
And no one even notices? Has
The city gone mad?
Sorcerer beard, doom metal soundtracks
The officer bewared shoot up
With they moms at embrace your Satan
Take it back to when John
Hinckley sprayed up Reagan
Hey yo my bathtub ghetto
Work out decompose mucus
Big Bank Hank with ten to twelve
In the casket like Frank Lucas
Shank Judas cause yo the Torah
Be the holy sect
All you bags of suppliers jupe
A pussy like Richard Speck
Blood splattered sunglasses, guns
Blasted, dust, ashes
Funerals and young caskets, baby gangsters
Dumb bastards live fast run past us
Smile now cry after assassin’s shoot up what
You love with a smile laughing
Medina frozen nose like dope from Peking
Get your neck sawed off with a
Broken blade like Jay Sebring
Post-mortem I hit ‘em with ice
Trays ‘til the body’s frozen
A thousand sleeves of that raw
I got my lobby open
That crazy heady rap angel
Dust and the hourglass
The blowjobs from seventy-two
Virgins like Taliban
Action packed acid rap's backs like a savage
When the ratchet clap barrels blast to
Pierce you like a arrow shaft
The mac is greater
Laugh when you go down like
A sack of potatoes
Snuka steel cage ’82 when he pulled the tazer
Smile now die later, 700 horse power
'81 Trans-Am
They makin’ punches for the horse powder
No, no, no, not yet, not yet
Don't pass out on me yet!
You rotten wanker! Do we
Understand each other?
If you care what happens to the
Girl you better answer me
All right? Now listen to me
Carefully i-i've changed my mind
I'm going to let her die! I
Just wanted you to know that
Heart of New York
And no one even notices? Has
The city gone mad?
Sorcerer beard, doom metal soundtracks
The officer bewared shoot up
With they moms at embrace your Satan
Take it back to when John
Hinckley sprayed up Reagan
Hey yo my bathtub ghetto
Work out decompose mucus
Big Bank Hank with ten to twelve
In the casket like Frank Lucas
Shank Judas cause yo the Torah
Be the holy sect
All you bags of suppliers jupe
A pussy like Richard Speck
Blood splattered sunglasses, guns
Blasted, dust, ashes
Funerals and young caskets, baby gangsters
Dumb bastards live fast run past us
Smile now cry after assassin’s shoot up what
You love with a smile laughing
Medina frozen nose like dope from Peking
Get your neck sawed off with a
Broken blade like Jay Sebring
Post-mortem I hit ‘em with ice
Trays ‘til the body’s frozen
A thousand sleeves of that raw
I got my lobby open
That crazy heady rap angel
Dust and the hourglass
The blowjobs from seventy-two
Virgins like Taliban
Action packed acid rap's backs like a savage
When the ratchet clap barrels blast to
Pierce you like a arrow shaft
The mac is greater
Laugh when you go down like
A sack of potatoes
Snuka steel cage ’82 when he pulled the tazer
Smile now die later, 700 horse power
'81 Trans-Am
They makin’ punches for the horse powder
No, no, no, not yet, not yet
Don't pass out on me yet!
You rotten wanker! Do we
Understand each other?
If you care what happens to the
Girl you better answer me
All right? Now listen to me
Carefully i-i've changed my mind
I'm going to let her die! I
Just wanted you to know that