Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Antron Singleton, artist - Ill Bill. Album song Cannibal Hulk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Uncle Howie
Song language: English
Antron Singleton |
«I mean, all I can remember, you know that the world was going to end, |
and I had to find the devil and kill the devil before the world ended.» |
Would you ever have thought that a rapper could cannibalize you? |
Angel dust is a hell of a buzz, it’d take your mind through |
The nine Luciferian planes |
You could stick a pineapple up the ass of the Aryan race |
I’m the sorcerer supreme, Emperor of (box locals?) |
Razor dance on your face, I make the eyes vocal |
YOLO, make my ice-pick do the Pogo |
Homie, you get barbecued like pirogi |
Cut off your fucking head, hang you on my wall like a trophy |
Coka Nostra like macho men posted with Oakley’s |
Gorilla goons, bulletproof few cars |
cop shoot cop for fun coupons |
Piss on thousand-dollar lesbians |
My shooters are killing everything, I hire Chechyans |
Serving splattered, silver platters of people |
Murder, witness the madness and evil |
«This drug is not a play thing, it’s not a beer, it’s not a Marijuana cigarette. |
This Is something so mind-altering, that it will make you a cannibal or a |
beast.» |
Pop the choppers heavy |
Got the white cookies 'cause it’s customary |
Acid ceremonies got that Jerry laboratory steri' |
8 balls like Tatum O’Neal, mixed in with matzo meal |
Mausoleum drama, you get dug up like a poppy field |
Desert heavy-metal shells |
Thrashers rock Gazelles |
Ayatollah pot, cocaina, helicopter crew (Krell?) |
Jeff Walker med students |
Ghoulish, another deli shooter |
Cemetery dips, no lips, just respect the shooters |
Get your paper Paul Newman, Propofol protocol |
I keep bitches around that look like Rollergirl |
I’m like Antron when I feast on dead space |
A rib-cage, refrigerator, arms and slit face |
Inverted reverend, vomit on the host of heaven |
Seventh Roman shepherds |
Manischewitz and clerics and Charlie’s resurrection |
You on me like Spicoli on jelly since I was embryonic |
Take this chalice, drink from my veins |
The pain is cosmic |