Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Acid Reflux, artist - Ill Bill. Album song The Grimy Awards, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats, Uncle Howie
Song language: English
Acid Reflux |
Operate straight so takin contaminated acid |
Why you be sellin your soul? |
We assassinate assassins |
Am I hallucinating? |
You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed |
(Verse) |
Makin future faction and drugs, the acid takes off the niggas |
Who’s in now 'cause lick the blood of Sharon, take off her fingers |
Off the handle, takin hard corpse masturbation |
Get my pack so I spark in the gold course assassination |
Pistol whippin, kill the bridge, triple 6 |
Screaming hard, rolled like the beautiful bitch with the dick |
Every society but seize the criminals who deserve |
Subliminal with the words, and every vision was absurd |
Dope, feel the storm dancers rain down chronic shoppers |
The coke need to cure cancer, perfect now they powers |
Goon druggy type dog, psychedelic paint job |
Doom buggy drive-bys, heretics — they hate yall |
Prints by the acid tongue, death by the bastard’s son |
Empire standards, one hell fire canyon club |
Pocket dark confessions occupy obsessions |
We personify homicide through the essence |
(Hook x2) |
Operate straight so takin contaminated acid |
Why you be sellin your soul? |
We assassinate assassins |
Am I hallucinating? |
You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed |
(Verse) |
Got the pigs written on the wall in blood passed the literal sick |
This the ones begun, trippin in a call for numb, lifted tongue |
Put this under me, horrid sons, shine 100 chiefs |
War of dungeons of demons, 100 deep |
Grimy zonin apartments and independent souls |
I wipe off, can’t no private Jimi Hendrix shows |
I’ve seen the symmetry of affinity clearly like Timothy Leary weary |
Questioning every existing theory |
Then we answer to the hallways of the all way |
Crushed it like car waste, trippin like grateful dead court dates |
I’ve seen satan and god raping your mom |
Then they gone melted away, gloves and clamatian proms |
Simulation, Play Station, X-Box the death doctrine |
All to my angels to murder squeeze with tex Watson |
This shepard sent all after Bethlehem |
But the guard nephilim, sitting in the center of attention plan |
(Hook x2) |
Operate straight so takin contaminated acid |
Why you be sellin your soul? |
We assassinate assassins |
Am I hallucinating? |
You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed |