ILL BILL, Goretex - Shoot First, Die Later lyrics
[ILL BILL, Goretex - Shoot First, Die Later lyrics]
I live for the power surge of playing God
Having the power of life and
Death in my hands
Yo, my AK got a body
My UZI got two bodies homie
Virgins are holdin' this llama
And two shotties
My Desert Eagle's what I used to
Teach my daughter to shoot
So blow off your fuckin’ balls and
Turn your dick into soup listen, fucko
I don’t trust nah none of y’all
You stay on the block, I be out
On another tour
Here we go, here we, here we go, in stereo
Keep the black MAC-11 tucked
Everywhere we go, brrap
I spit decrepit, I'm a Metal legend
You're a Bitch Infection
I'm young Satan in the mirror
Check for my reflection i grow indoors
Got the Porsche with graffiti walls
Dom Deloise bags, imported like Boston George
Rocky Dennis
Lots of shots got your face drippin'
I'm not a rapper
Just a killer who fillets his victims
Get that brown matzah from Sri Lanka
Nina DePonca we rock stars
Heavy Metal killers move hot cars!
Killings, stabbings, beatings
Drive-by shootings, revenge
Killings, at one point, uhm
You amputate the arms of a rival
Gang member explain that to me!
My AK got a body, my UZI got two bodies homie
Virgins are holdin' this llama
And two shotties
My Desert Eagle's what I used to
Teach my daughter to shoot
So blow off your fuckin’ balls and
Turn your dick into soup listen, fucko
I don’t trust nah none of y’all
You stay on the block, I be out
On another tour
Here we go, here we, here we go, in stereo
Keep the black MAC-11 tucked
Everywhere we go, braap
I'm not just a shooter, President
I'm a client screaming horror like
(Tom Ari?) in a zombie riot
Try and clash with my
Assassin’s die a praxis
Eyepatches and armed ratches
The drive-by blastin'
Wider than the flash fascist
During crimes of passion
Smile and laughin' like Berkowitz with
The eyes of Manson
Nine milli Pistolero, BILLY Bolero
Give me dinero
Since they put sick in BILLY don’t be a hero
Having the power of life and
Death in my hands
Yo, my AK got a body
My UZI got two bodies homie
Virgins are holdin' this llama
And two shotties
My Desert Eagle's what I used to
Teach my daughter to shoot
So blow off your fuckin’ balls and
Turn your dick into soup listen, fucko
I don’t trust nah none of y’all
You stay on the block, I be out
On another tour
Here we go, here we, here we go, in stereo
Keep the black MAC-11 tucked
Everywhere we go, brrap
I spit decrepit, I'm a Metal legend
You're a Bitch Infection
I'm young Satan in the mirror
Check for my reflection i grow indoors
Got the Porsche with graffiti walls
Dom Deloise bags, imported like Boston George
Rocky Dennis
Lots of shots got your face drippin'
I'm not a rapper
Just a killer who fillets his victims
Get that brown matzah from Sri Lanka
Nina DePonca we rock stars
Heavy Metal killers move hot cars!
Killings, stabbings, beatings
Drive-by shootings, revenge
Killings, at one point, uhm
You amputate the arms of a rival
Gang member explain that to me!
My AK got a body, my UZI got two bodies homie
Virgins are holdin' this llama
And two shotties
My Desert Eagle's what I used to
Teach my daughter to shoot
So blow off your fuckin’ balls and
Turn your dick into soup listen, fucko
I don’t trust nah none of y’all
You stay on the block, I be out
On another tour
Here we go, here we, here we go, in stereo
Keep the black MAC-11 tucked
Everywhere we go, braap
I'm not just a shooter, President
I'm a client screaming horror like
(Tom Ari?) in a zombie riot
Try and clash with my
Assassin’s die a praxis
Eyepatches and armed ratches
The drive-by blastin'
Wider than the flash fascist
During crimes of passion
Smile and laughin' like Berkowitz with
The eyes of Manson
Nine milli Pistolero, BILLY Bolero
Give me dinero
Since they put sick in BILLY don’t be a hero