ILL BILL, Q-Unique - Getcha Shit Together lyrics
[ILL BILL, Q-Unique - Getcha Shit Together lyrics]
I seen my worst nightmares come true
Seen horrifying scenarios out my
Mind become realities true
Have faith in nothing at all
Worship the Gods of Death
Seek bloodshed and murder until
My dying breath
So let’s inhale the Toxic Avenger
Squeeze the nickel plated trigger with
The shot that’ll end ya
Call for a State of Emergency
Gamma rays burning at third degree
Little children running off to play
In the murder scene
My words will be like murder
Movies slashing the She-Devil
Freddy Krueger vs Jason
Thrash and the speed metal
Thrashers with afros leather jackets
And denim vests magnums and Tec's
Black Sabbath patches and meth
A package of death as clear as blue crystal
I’m a savage distress and
Attack with two pistols
I’m an American Sniper that’s
Going American Psycho
Kept in an American cage like
A freak in a sideshow
Mind gone like a Satanist
Plotting a child’s sacrifice
Meet the grown-up version of child Antichrist
Listen here dear we triple-six like a
Stripper with her nipples pierced
Pistoleers pistols with some crystal clear
But, I’m distorted in sound recorded
Before you was found
Dismembered and slaughtered
Tortured and tossed on the ground
The homies are odd and twisted
Loki the God of Mischief
Learn the murder squad above the
Hood bombed the misfit's
Seen horrifying scenarios out my
Mind become realities true
Have faith in nothing at all
Worship the Gods of Death
Seek bloodshed and murder until
My dying breath
So let’s inhale the Toxic Avenger
Squeeze the nickel plated trigger with
The shot that’ll end ya
Call for a State of Emergency
Gamma rays burning at third degree
Little children running off to play
In the murder scene
My words will be like murder
Movies slashing the She-Devil
Freddy Krueger vs Jason
Thrash and the speed metal
Thrashers with afros leather jackets
And denim vests magnums and Tec's
Black Sabbath patches and meth
A package of death as clear as blue crystal
I’m a savage distress and
Attack with two pistols
I’m an American Sniper that’s
Going American Psycho
Kept in an American cage like
A freak in a sideshow
Mind gone like a Satanist
Plotting a child’s sacrifice
Meet the grown-up version of child Antichrist
Listen here dear we triple-six like a
Stripper with her nipples pierced
Pistoleers pistols with some crystal clear
But, I’m distorted in sound recorded
Before you was found
Dismembered and slaughtered
Tortured and tossed on the ground
The homies are odd and twisted
Loki the God of Mischief
Learn the murder squad above the
Hood bombed the misfit's