Slaine, ILL BILL, Everlast - Soldiers of Fortune lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo i see past everyone else
My name is Billy Idol and
My influence is heavily felt
Do it myself, my DNA inflict your slaughter
Like Tony when Coco talked
Shit to his daughter
As I approach The Hour of
Reprisal in a black truck
Black Moon, black guns, black metal
Black sun
Two minutes until midnight, we amped up
Homie, stand up
Leave the competition blammed up
Walk quietly and carry a humongous biscuit
I’m that guy that smacked your
Moms and fucked your sister
I care less whether you love Buddha or Jesus
Not even Mohammed could stop
These bullets from freezing
Your blood ice-cold in your arms and legs
Lie in a lifeless pose
Cause you’re missing part of your head
I often thought if I
Could travel through time, what I would do
Often I drift between breaths of ganja fumes
Seeing mayhem unfold in the yards of schools
Seeing Satan on the chrome
Screaming God’s a fool
Peep the Angel of Death creeping on you
Dudes you’re confusing my customers, man
You’re not the truth

We walk close to the edge and we
Don’t care what the limit is
This is business
We the new Cohens and Simmonses
The bad seed
You cats are growing your images
You don’t know any lyricists
You only know what a gimmick is
I know about Pine Street Inn
I know where The Dimock is
I know about guns, drugs, I
Know the whole city, kid
I know what an idiot is
Where he lives with his bitch and his kid
For the ditch that he digged was dug
I know about hate, I know there’s no love
I know about the stress from an AIDS test
I fuck with no glove
Tattoos from a dirty needle spelling my alias
Ask about me in the Bean and they’ll
Tell you how real he is
I’m the monsoon goon
Pistol packing with coke packaging ropes
Bringing blades to the back of your throat
Every record that I made is
Like a package of dope
So take a sniff of fury, homie
Take a whack of the hope

Call me Mr white, call me Whitey Furrah
Play me out
Call me Devil and I’ll send you to God
You pretend to be hard, yo I bring the Jihad
I make war on the man that makes war on the D
Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim, caporegime
Captain of the team
I know I’m uncivilized, I know I’m unclean
I know I get high, I know I’m sick
I’m obscene
Subliminal hymning, original sinning
Purple drinks swimming
Chasing young loose women
There’s flames for the coward
Praise for the martyr i’m older, I’m wiser
I’m James fucking Carter
In the meanwhile you’re going out like Reagan
If your girl goes wild, sacrifice that pagan

‘Cause it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by the key
Do you want it by the pound?
Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by the key
Do you want it by the pound?
Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by the key
Do you want it by the pound?
Yo it’s Coka, it’s going down
Do you want it by the key
Do you want it by the pound? Yo it’s Coka