Necro, ILL BILL - Freestyle N°4 lyrics
[Necro, ILL BILL - Freestyle N°4 lyrics]
Sick
Psycho+Logical, Street Villians Volume 1
Brand new shit iLL BILL and Necro!
Check it out brand new, exclusive shit
Pay attention
The music business is morons, faggots
And idiots flamers like Branch Dividians
Pussys bleeding through pants from periods
We're street villians just another
Word for goons big black gats and braincells
Burned from shrooms
The future speaks now or forever
Hold your heat close
Meet ho's with pretty faces and deep throats
Blow a load, leave 'em alone
I sell 'em some blow
And when they ask me for free coke
I'm telling 'em "no"
Telling your story walkin
Banging in your Sony Walkman
Catch me walking with porno bitches often
The swordsman
Circle Of Tyrants, the gore-met of violence
At your position
Wilding like Howie on a ten year mission
My music for scumbags, murderers and mobsters
Violent monsters, cop killers
Live in concert so much weed
Call us to joint the chiefs of staff
Creeps with masks
Murder you for no reason, fag
I strut up freaking different voices
Rocking a wig
It's America so I can snuff you or shoot you
I got choices with the freedom
To reach in to my holster and unleash dumdums
That'll fling you into the
Air higher then Hashish
So move your frame back
Fuck capisce 'cause I'm down to flex
Bringing burners to studio sessions
For sound effects
Rocking a disguise, incognito
Code of bushido revenge attack, torpedo
Blasting your broken bones, Aikido
You can't decipher it
Why would I bludgeon my enemy's skull
And stick a knife in it?
'cause for this Hip-Hop shit I'll die for it
Without music i'm dead
Only thing that calms my head
Except receiving head
We see from bread sleeping in bed
I was born bent see more death then a corpse
My brain's been warped
Way before you knew what the word meant
Shocking you like electricity
Through the tit's
I'm on a deathbed with ten diseases
Now who is sick?
Psycho+Logical, Street Villians Volume 1
Brand new shit iLL BILL and Necro!
Check it out brand new, exclusive shit
Pay attention
The music business is morons, faggots
And idiots flamers like Branch Dividians
Pussys bleeding through pants from periods
We're street villians just another
Word for goons big black gats and braincells
Burned from shrooms
The future speaks now or forever
Hold your heat close
Meet ho's with pretty faces and deep throats
Blow a load, leave 'em alone
I sell 'em some blow
And when they ask me for free coke
I'm telling 'em "no"
Telling your story walkin
Banging in your Sony Walkman
Catch me walking with porno bitches often
The swordsman
Circle Of Tyrants, the gore-met of violence
At your position
Wilding like Howie on a ten year mission
My music for scumbags, murderers and mobsters
Violent monsters, cop killers
Live in concert so much weed
Call us to joint the chiefs of staff
Creeps with masks
Murder you for no reason, fag
I strut up freaking different voices
Rocking a wig
It's America so I can snuff you or shoot you
I got choices with the freedom
To reach in to my holster and unleash dumdums
That'll fling you into the
Air higher then Hashish
So move your frame back
Fuck capisce 'cause I'm down to flex
Bringing burners to studio sessions
For sound effects
Rocking a disguise, incognito
Code of bushido revenge attack, torpedo
Blasting your broken bones, Aikido
You can't decipher it
Why would I bludgeon my enemy's skull
And stick a knife in it?
'cause for this Hip-Hop shit I'll die for it
Without music i'm dead
Only thing that calms my head
Except receiving head
We see from bread sleeping in bed
I was born bent see more death then a corpse
My brain's been warped
Way before you knew what the word meant
Shocking you like electricity
Through the tit's
I'm on a deathbed with ten diseases
Now who is sick?