Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make Them Die Slowly, artist - Ill Bill. Album song Septagram, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Uncle Howie
Song language: English
Make Them Die Slowly |
Slaytanic cannibal rituals, welcome to the jungle holocaust |
Chop you to pieces beyond modern laws |
You and your friends with the yellow hairs |
We don’t understand the weird language you speak, but we can tell you’re scared |
And rightfully so; |
the nerve, how dare you spitefully roam our turf |
Western man; |
entitled bullies of earth |
The world is yours? |
There’s five of you, but hundreds of us |
And here you stand, empty handed |
Besides a duffel of guns, hand 'em over |
We don’t use these in the jungle |
They’re for false gods and wannabe conquerors |
We seen your kind before, funny beige hats and mustaches |
Pop said never trust a savage with a satellite and hundreds of cameras |
I put a apple in they mouth and roast 'em |
I like to toast 'em with a marshmallow stuffed up they asshole |
And hopefully amongst their bitches there’s a virgin for the sacrifice |
Cannibal voodoo leave you murdered in the afterlife |
Dance with umfufu, dinner served lit by candlelight |
Kill, eat, fuck, is the law; |
no murder charge |
You and your squad turned to burgers and kebabs |
Cook you impaled on the sharpest of knives |
The length of my speer’s like a machete got stuck up your arse |
Still half alive, staring up at the stars |
My favorite medium rare, center cut is the bomb |