Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Smiles at Murder, 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
Death Smiles at Murder |
Our society love murderers, love war, love bloodshed |
Love the scene of an accident when someone’s dead |
We love violence, we can’t turn away: The Colosseum |
Throw ‘em in the arena and watch the lions eat 'em |
Music and movies are the mirrors of this madness |
Some morbid mural of morticians upon the canvas |
A beautifully composed symphony of sickness, bear witness |
Reality’s much worse, predictions of apocalypse |
Found in the books of religious architects |
Arguments hidden in forbidden documents |
Consequence, Bowling for Columbine |
Anatomy of School Shootings |
Bloods and Crips of Brooklyn is no longer a new thing |
Death is certain, we all die whether it’s from natural causes or not |
Nobody really knows why |
But if there’s one thing I know, Death holds a place |
In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face |
Death smiles at murder |
Pain shakes the hand of homicide |
We all die, it’s certain |
Can’t change the path that’s prophesied |
Some people murder for money |
Other people murder for hate |
Some murder for love |
A lot of people murder for drugs |
There’s really fucked up people that need a murder to cum |
And some of y’all motherfuckers even murder for fun |
They might stab you up with a knife or shoot you with guns |
That’s when the black coroner van usually comes |
Some murderers are strange drifters or depraved sickos |
Like Gary Heidnik, Gein, Bundy, Berkowitz and J. Rifkin |
A lot of murderers you wouldn’t suspect |
He kept to himself, never bothered anyone, they said |
He was a simple guy with a simple life, till he killed his wife |
Got a first taste of doing something he liked |
Some murderers are famous |
And they wind up in a Ford Bronco |
With a gun in they mouth like O.J. |
did |
No matter who the fuck you are, Death has a place |
In his heart for murderers, take a look at his face |