Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chasing The Dragon, artist - Ill Bill. Album song Ill Bill - What's Wrong With Bill, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.10.2010
Record label: Psycho + Logical
Song language: English
Chasing The Dragon |
Stronger than morphine |
Crazier than crack cocaine |
Heavier than heroin dancing in your veins |
Chasing The Dragon |
Dancing on your grave |
Lace you with bangers |
Necro and ILL motherfucking Bill |
Lace you with madness |
The Satanic Mephisto rap |
Aristocrat of butchery |
Malevolent monarch of murder just kicking back |
Lounging, the four-pound packing scoundrel |
Gore hound clapping your counsel |
Wrapping you up, surround your grill with bandages |
Strapping you up, tie you up, deny you of freedom |
Mummify you of credence |
The majestic dressed sick black gear baggy |
Pessimistic blessed it, react with fear when you see the Maggy |
Brutality part 1 mentality, arsenic |
Lyrical sarcophagus like Metallica with Cliff |
Black Mass Lucifer acid casket, back draft flame rap |
Hit the crack pipe glass, blast it |
An alien from another dimension |
Experiencing tension with very serious blood drenching henchman |
Mysterious, mystical, magical, miraculous |
Some furious typical animals attack you for your shit |
A murderous brain, the mind of a surgeon turned insane |
We swoop down like vultures or birds of prey |
Burn your veins, like heroin, my words are grey |
They call me ILL cause I’m sicker than the germs in AIDS |
Young Vader, if my gun ain’t it your mouth, keep it shut, hater |
Take it down a notch, homie, be a thug later |
Not here, take it elsewhere |
They’ll find your legs and arms in a month |
They’ll find your head next year |
A masterpiece, cop-killer, blast police |
Laughing at an NYPD catastrophe |
Lift you off your fucking feet like a tractor beam |
I’m selling rap to teens like crack to fiends |
Only after you lose everything |
Is when you’re free to do anything that you want |
And I’m a take it in blood |
I’ll feed you a feast of middle fingers and fuck you’s |
Fuck off, faggot, put my foot in your face, follow through |
You’ll catch a belligerent bludgeoning |
By the metaphysical technician of execution |
We’ll cut your spleen |
Surgically cutting your brain purposely |
Nervously, lobotomy, fucking insane circuitry |
Hip-hop autopsy rap |
Cadaverous, the maverick of gun popping |
I’m on a not having it kick |
Entrepreneur gore rep it |
Tepic like a septic schizo |
I’m a sicko technically perfected |
It’s type hard trying a blow up in the NYC |
I won’t stop until Jordan’s rocking ILL Bills on his feet |
The first fifteen minutes a Saving Private Ryan |
How I fire iron |
Run up on you shooting and start a riot |
I’m like John Leslie in his prime, emptying nines |
Felony crimes are designed by the deadliest minds |
A powerful weapon |
My words sharp enough to leave audiences of thousands headless |
Murder from out the mouth of legends |