ILL BILL - Paul Baloff lyrics

Disastrous appetite
The last Massacre Fantastica, ambassador
My castle’s like Vlad Dracula’s
Bath in blood, blast the snub
Plastic gloves, laugh at love
My heart is pitch black like a
Panther cub or a cancer lung
Call me acid tongue
Hit hard like Black Sabbath drums
Like an assassin does
Big silencers and massive guns
Cooked in the mind
The first to blast 'em and last to run
Look in my eyes
You'd think that Manson had a bastard son
Cast aside after dancin' out a rancid cunt
Tabs and lines got me ranting and
Trashed inside a trance on drugs
I shovel snow up to my dome
Until my hands are numb
Bundles of dope I know my uncle
Would be amped to touch
A smorgasbord of enormous whores
And trashy sluts
Nasty ass and jugs happily jack
Me till I’m blasting cum
And stay swerving into murder and perversion
Urgent when we're inserting lysergics
In the virgin cadaveric maverick
Savages ravage the average
Evangelist family to famished
Cannibal sandwiches
Edible funerals, turn terrible to beautiful
Sever dudes for food
Several medical tools are suitable
Trouble times, some will live, some will die
Chewed out in a tomb found mummified
Shootouts in the summertime, bubble crime
Devils might drive-by, genocide Cenobite
Rebels strike hard like a metal pipe
Bark like a kennel fight
Sharp like a venom bite
Dark like an ocean filled with sharks
In the dead of night
Levitate and write everything God
Said to Christ hell Await's like Kerry King
Rocking metal spikes
Like Paul Baloff at Studio 54 live
"Ultimate Revenge Tour" VHS
All time greatest spray death here
Shoot the Llama from the elbow
Like James Hetfield produced the Piranha demo