Slaine, ILL BILL - Made U Look lyrics
[Slaine, ILL BILL - Made U Look lyrics]
ILL Bill the Cult Leader
Coka season has begun la Coka Nostra
A Brand You Can Trust in stores July 14th
Check it
The Llama you came to drag me to Hell
Demons attack where sanity dwell
Humanity fell from the mouth
Of a profanity hill
That was fist raised jaggedy nail
Illuminati grail
Seven seal nations battle Gods
Where devils kneel
Rebels sprayed by assassins with shells
Crazy adolescents that kill
MAC-11's and pills
Everything William Cooper was talking about
Then is happening now
Malachi York was way ahead of his time
Truth is wild how both of them have
Been discredited and edited
Yet Nostradamus a fool irrelevant
There's a reason it's called
Programming propaganda loop
Random truth, cannibal Xanadu
Channel 2 cameras who multiple panel view
Jumping out of planes without a parachute
Born with an attitude landing
At ground zero latitude
That dude got his head smashed in the door
His bitch swore she ate Britney Spears'
Pussy in the bathroom at Pure
Attention whores always asking for more
Sniff around on all fours acting like
She wanna vacuum the floor
A Suicide Girl into Charles Manson and porn
She like Nas so she dance to this song
Listen!
Made you oh made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
It's La Coka Nostra
July 14th, the album in store stores
Ain't no stores left anyways
Fuck the stores!
Yo my knuckles are sore from
Punching motherfuckers in the jaw
Ruin these jeans
Slipping on a slippery floor
They gave me four six
Figures and Syphilis sores
Walking through the fucking halls balls
Big as a horse sniffing the raw
Never made me different before
Now I act like an asshole
With the criminal thought
I think when I drink I think I drink too much
These cops always wanna watch me
And clink me up
Am I being paranoid? Do I think too much?
While these pussies pushing me and
Being pink too much
I'm a rebel on the rhythm swinging
Sting you up be careful and fearful of all
The things you trust
Y'all mixed race cats coming
To my show shit-faced
Come and get your face fixed
Fix face mixtape
All of y'all sucking on my hog
How my dick taste?
Get your teeth displaced if
My fucking fist breaks
I'm a beat you down with
The elbow or Shell Toe
Forehead, fucking forearm
Who the hell knows?
Broken cheeks, backbones, hip disc
Crack phone you can't even walk in the
Kitchen when you're back home
Imagine if you killed me just
How pissed my villains be
How many times your wife will be raped
And where all your children be?
I'm a hundred percent, you're a
One in a million, g
And you can't fuck with me
Or my DMS crew neither
You're too pussy and too beaver
Coka season has begun la Coka Nostra
A Brand You Can Trust in stores July 14th
Check it
The Llama you came to drag me to Hell
Demons attack where sanity dwell
Humanity fell from the mouth
Of a profanity hill
That was fist raised jaggedy nail
Illuminati grail
Seven seal nations battle Gods
Where devils kneel
Rebels sprayed by assassins with shells
Crazy adolescents that kill
MAC-11's and pills
Everything William Cooper was talking about
Then is happening now
Malachi York was way ahead of his time
Truth is wild how both of them have
Been discredited and edited
Yet Nostradamus a fool irrelevant
There's a reason it's called
Programming propaganda loop
Random truth, cannibal Xanadu
Channel 2 cameras who multiple panel view
Jumping out of planes without a parachute
Born with an attitude landing
At ground zero latitude
That dude got his head smashed in the door
His bitch swore she ate Britney Spears'
Pussy in the bathroom at Pure
Attention whores always asking for more
Sniff around on all fours acting like
She wanna vacuum the floor
A Suicide Girl into Charles Manson and porn
She like Nas so she dance to this song
Listen!
Made you oh made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
It's La Coka Nostra
July 14th, the album in store stores
Ain't no stores left anyways
Fuck the stores!
Yo my knuckles are sore from
Punching motherfuckers in the jaw
Ruin these jeans
Slipping on a slippery floor
They gave me four six
Figures and Syphilis sores
Walking through the fucking halls balls
Big as a horse sniffing the raw
Never made me different before
Now I act like an asshole
With the criminal thought
I think when I drink I think I drink too much
These cops always wanna watch me
And clink me up
Am I being paranoid? Do I think too much?
While these pussies pushing me and
Being pink too much
I'm a rebel on the rhythm swinging
Sting you up be careful and fearful of all
The things you trust
Y'all mixed race cats coming
To my show shit-faced
Come and get your face fixed
Fix face mixtape
All of y'all sucking on my hog
How my dick taste?
Get your teeth displaced if
My fucking fist breaks
I'm a beat you down with
The elbow or Shell Toe
Forehead, fucking forearm
Who the hell knows?
Broken cheeks, backbones, hip disc
Crack phone you can't even walk in the
Kitchen when you're back home
Imagine if you killed me just
How pissed my villains be
How many times your wife will be raped
And where all your children be?
I'm a hundred percent, you're a
One in a million, g
And you can't fuck with me
Or my DMS crew neither
You're too pussy and too beaver