ILL BILL - I'm Surrounded lyrics
[ILL BILL - I'm Surrounded lyrics]
Yo, it's Necro your father
ILL BILL album coming soon!
You better cop it or you get deaded!
I’m surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels in dusk
Cocaine and sluts, dangerous thugs
Blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind
Men with guide dogs
Design war, final call, homicidal core
Torture chambers and rape rooms
The same goons
Drinking Grey Goose and grape juice
What's really good or bad, it's relative
Never been begun neutral
But, if you fuck with my family I shoot you
I’m too crude my apologies, got me bugging
Committing armed robberies
Most likely to probably die violently
Who the fuck are you stupid
I carry two clips
One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs
We're like Miami Beach on New Year's Eve
Blindly singing rush rush
Give me yayo hanging with the gypsy kings
I spit these stings
Make a business man spit phlegm
Kicking these raps or kick you
In the face with Timbs full up on your desk
4000 square foot office supplies
Fought to survive, torture your mind
Car chase, two cop cars survived
Hundred bill parkway
I'm rhyming for the cop killer to die
Nothing sacred any more
Take your last breath
What I am, what I want, I'm only after death
I'm obsessed
If superheroes were real, they'd be evil
So all board to Tel Aviv
Take the shit over and never leave
America's dream, bleed like an elephant fiend
Heavy Metal heroin scene, forever intrigued
Caught you with your guard down
And your pistols up hit you with the 4 pound
And you spit some blood faggot!
ILL BILL album coming soon!
You better cop it or you get deaded!
I’m surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels in dusk
Cocaine and sluts, dangerous thugs
Blaze you with guns, lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind
Men with guide dogs
Design war, final call, homicidal core
Torture chambers and rape rooms
The same goons
Drinking Grey Goose and grape juice
What's really good or bad, it's relative
Never been begun neutral
But, if you fuck with my family I shoot you
I’m too crude my apologies, got me bugging
Committing armed robberies
Most likely to probably die violently
Who the fuck are you stupid
I carry two clips
One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs
We're like Miami Beach on New Year's Eve
Blindly singing rush rush
Give me yayo hanging with the gypsy kings
I spit these stings
Make a business man spit phlegm
Kicking these raps or kick you
In the face with Timbs full up on your desk
4000 square foot office supplies
Fought to survive, torture your mind
Car chase, two cop cars survived
Hundred bill parkway
I'm rhyming for the cop killer to die
Nothing sacred any more
Take your last breath
What I am, what I want, I'm only after death
I'm obsessed
If superheroes were real, they'd be evil
So all board to Tel Aviv
Take the shit over and never leave
America's dream, bleed like an elephant fiend
Heavy Metal heroin scene, forever intrigued
Caught you with your guard down
And your pistols up hit you with the 4 pound
And you spit some blood faggot!