ILL BILL, STU BANGAS, Snak The Ripper - Joe Fixit lyrics
[ILL BILL, STU BANGAS, Snak The Ripper - Joe Fixit lyrics]
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
Children of God, Planet of Apes
Ratchets and blades
Hatchets attached to AKs, like
Bayonets that spray pain, listen
Kookier than nuclear terrorist
In Times Square
Angel of Death, my mind's there
Prophets of Rage, creep on me
You're locked in a cage
Like Leo or Ozzy live at
L'amour's rocking the stage my bars are V
H s, call me Dahmer-mouth
Poop in Rihanna's mouth
Shoot up your mama's house
Spray the gun like Terminator 1
You're afraid to run
I got a hundred banana clips, I spray for fun
Bang on my chest like King Kong, invader
Thug cult Leader with the chrome heater
And a plate of drugs
Summer rains for forty days
Like an ancient flood
While I’ve reigned in blood
For over twenty years meet the plug!
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
Yo, it’s been told that we outta control
Violent and cold this that street shit
You should abide by the code
I ain't never signing my soul
For diamonds and gold when I walk into the
Room bitches' vaginas explode we used to
Steal to eat and sleep in the streets
Pull up in the black Caprice
And leave 'em deceased we handling biz
Y'all ain't even keep the receipts
They ain't getting no confession
We don’t speak to police
They want to get inside my head and
Try to stop me with hypnosis
Blocking out distractions, so don’t
Talk to me, i’m focused
(shut up) ever since a youngin I've
Been cocky and ferocious
Grinding on these joints like osteoporosis
You motherfuckers soft like goose
Down and Velour every town that we tour
We astounding the viewer
Yeah, we got that heavy shit
You're just a pound of manure
Call me Stephen King
The way I put a clown in the sewer ripper!
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
Children of God, Planet of Apes
Ratchets and blades
Hatchets attached to AKs, like
Bayonets that spray pain, listen
Kookier than nuclear terrorist
In Times Square
Angel of Death, my mind's there
Prophets of Rage, creep on me
You're locked in a cage
Like Leo or Ozzy live at
L'amour's rocking the stage my bars are V
H s, call me Dahmer-mouth
Poop in Rihanna's mouth
Shoot up your mama's house
Spray the gun like Terminator 1
You're afraid to run
I got a hundred banana clips, I spray for fun
Bang on my chest like King Kong, invader
Thug cult Leader with the chrome heater
And a plate of drugs
Summer rains for forty days
Like an ancient flood
While I’ve reigned in blood
For over twenty years meet the plug!
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
Yo, it’s been told that we outta control
Violent and cold this that street shit
You should abide by the code
I ain't never signing my soul
For diamonds and gold when I walk into the
Room bitches' vaginas explode we used to
Steal to eat and sleep in the streets
Pull up in the black Caprice
And leave 'em deceased we handling biz
Y'all ain't even keep the receipts
They ain't getting no confession
We don’t speak to police
They want to get inside my head and
Try to stop me with hypnosis
Blocking out distractions, so don’t
Talk to me, i’m focused
(shut up) ever since a youngin I've
Been cocky and ferocious
Grinding on these joints like osteoporosis
You motherfuckers soft like goose
Down and Velour every town that we tour
We astounding the viewer
Yeah, we got that heavy shit
You're just a pound of manure
Call me Stephen King
The way I put a clown in the sewer ripper!
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
I got killers that’ll kill your killers
I got gorillas that'll kill gorillas
I got shooters that'll shoot your shooters
Tipsy off the Rosé and a clip of Buddha
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