| Stronger than morphine
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| Crazier than crack cocaine
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| Heavier than heroin dancing in your veins
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| Chasing The Dragon
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| Dancing on your grave
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| Lace you with bangers
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| Necro and ILL motherfucking Bill
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| Lace you with madness
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| The Satanic Mephisto rap
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| Aristocrat of butchery
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| Malevolent monarch of murder just kicking back
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| Lounging, the four-pound packing scoundrel
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| Gore hound clapping your counsel
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| Wrapping you up, surround your grill with bandages
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| Strapping you up, tie you up, deny you of freedom
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| Mummify you of credence
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| The majestic dressed sick black gear baggy
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| Pessimistic blessed it, react with fear when you see the Maggy
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| Brutality part 1 mentality, arsenic
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| Lyrical sarcophagus like Metallica with Cliff
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| Black Mass Lucifer acid casket, back draft flame rap
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| Hit the crack pipe glass, blast it
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| An alien from another dimension
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| Experiencing tension with very serious blood drenching henchman
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| Mysterious, mystical, magical, miraculous
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| Some furious typical animals attack you for your shit
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| A murderous brain, the mind of a surgeon turned insane
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| We swoop down like vultures or birds of prey
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| Burn your veins, like heroin, my words are grey
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| They call me ILL cause I’m sicker than the germs in AIDS
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| Young Vader, if my gun ain’t it your mouth, keep it shut, hater
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| Take it down a notch, homie, be a thug later
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| Not here, take it elsewhere
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| They’ll find your legs and arms in a month
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| They’ll find your head next year
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| A masterpiece, cop-killer, blast police
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| Laughing at an NYPD catastrophe
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| Lift you off your fucking feet like a tractor beam
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| I’m selling rap to teens like crack to fiends
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| Only after you lose everything
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| Is when you’re free to do anything that you want
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| And I’m a take it in blood
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| I’ll feed you a feast of middle fingers and fuck you’s
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| Fuck off, faggot, put my foot in your face, follow through
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| You’ll catch a belligerent bludgeoning
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| By the metaphysical technician of execution
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| We’ll cut your spleen
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| Surgically cutting your brain purposely
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| Nervously, lobotomy, fucking insane circuitry
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| Hip-hop autopsy rap
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| Cadaverous, the maverick of gun popping
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| I’m on a not having it kick
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| Entrepreneur gore rep it
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| Tepic like a septic schizo
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| I’m a sicko technically perfected
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| It’s type hard trying a blow up in the NYC
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| I won’t stop until Jordan’s rocking ILL Bills on his feet
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| The first fifteen minutes a Saving Private Ryan
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| How I fire iron
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| Run up on you shooting and start a riot
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| I’m like John Leslie in his prime, emptying nines
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| Felony crimes are designed by the deadliest minds
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| A powerful weapon
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| My words sharp enough to leave audiences of thousands headless
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| Murder from out the mouth of legends |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chasing The Dragon , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Ill Bill - What's Wrong With Bill, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп