Necro, ILL BILL - White Slavery lyrics

I shoot you out your body
Perform the séance with a fucking shotty
I wear a ski mask so that nobody identify me
Grimy and grizzly
Throw you to the pitbulls like a Frisbee
Then feed the pieces of you
That they bring me
Maybe your arm, leg, leg, arm, and your head
Even God turned his back on you, homie
You're dead just a fragment of your
Former possibilities and aspirations
A casualty in the civil war
Of a gangster nation
My generals plot the death to millions
The media spread lies and
Cash checks for trillions i organize crime
Money and murder synchronized beyond time
I move mountain tops without trying
I move buildings like super villains
Throw penthouses of people and
Fist-fuck porno movie bitches
Like bangbrotherscom, got money in my palm
No love, no smiles, ain't nothing funny
Y'all

I come from where hope goes to die
(Where dreams get crushed and
The bullets fly)
I come from where hope goes to die
La Coka Nostra till I die!

Peckerwood B-boy in the white man's stance
Where I come from, son
The wolves don't dance
They stand with their fists and
Talk shit like this y'all don't want drama
Y'all don't want static
You fiend like crack addicts
Comebacks automatic
Got a deuce-deuce in my boot holding five
Got a razor in the other
One in case you survive
I rep the Gaza Strip, the hunger strike
Cousin, bite on your lip, do what you like
We ain't playing no games
You ain't Humpty Hump
When the cats with the guns
Pop the trunks and dump
And the pistols thump and the bodies slump
Going for Jihad, can't wait to see God
A child of the city so my attitude's shitty
The livest type bomber out for pure drama
Period, comma, PS fuck your momma

I come from where hope goes to die
(Where dreams get crushed and
The bullets fly)
I come from where hope goes to die
La Coka Nostra till I die!

I'm the white guy who gave the
Whole rap game a black eye
Fuck your bitch with a dick
Thicker than Shaq's thigh
You can't nod off, this is a crack high
Stab you in your fucking face
With a jack knife
I love bitches who suck dick and half-dyke
I'm just sick, I'll beat your brain, doc
With a flashlight
A black Maglite, you other rappers fag-fight
We don't battle
I have your family crawling out the bagpipes
And the preachers preach
Pine box and the fucking
Facial features fixed
Whoops, I mean fixed, pushed don't mean shit
When a dope fiend lean on a custom green whip
Everlast, ILL BILL, Slaine and D-Boy
Lethal, Left Cage, we got you P-Noid
We B-boys who destroy on both coasts
Tote toasts and sold coke with gold ropes

I come from where hope goes to die
(Where dreams get crushed and
The bullets fly)
I come from where hope goes to die
La Coka Nostra till I die!