Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Joe Fixit, artist - Ill Bill. Album song Cannibal Hulk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Uncle Howie
Song language: English
Joe Fixit |
| I got killers that’ll kill your killers |
| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas |
| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters |
| I got killers that’ll kill your killers |
| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas |
| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters |
| Tipsy of the rosé and a clip of Buddha |
| Children of God, planet of apes, ratchets and blades |
| Hatches attached to AKs like bayonets spray pain, listen |
| Kookier than nuclear terrorist in Times Square |
| Angel of Death, my mind’s there |
| Prophets of rage, creep on me, you’re locked in a cage |
| Like Leo or Ozzy live at L’Amours rocking the stage |
| My bars are VHS, call me Dahmer mouth |
| Poop in Rihanna’s mouth, shoot up your mama’s house |
| Spray the gun like Terminator 1 |
| You’re afraid to run |
| I got a hundred banana clips, I spray for fun |
| Bang on my chest like King Kong, invader, thug |
| Cult Leader with the chrome heater and a plate of drugs |
| Summer rains for forty days like an ancient flood |
| While I’ve reigned blood for over twenty years |
| Meet the plug |
| I got killers that’ll kill your killers |
| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas |
| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters |
| Tipsy of the rosé and a clip of Buddha |
| I got killers that’ll kill your killers |
| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas |
| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters |
| Tipsy of the rosé and a clip of Buddha |
| Yo, it’s been told that we out of control, violent and cold |
| This that street shit, you should abide by the code |
| I ain’t never signing my soul for diamonds and gold |
| When I walk into the room bitches' vaginas explode |
| We used to steal to eat and sleep in the streets |
| Pull up in the black Caprice and leave 'em deceased |
| We handling biz, remind them to keep the receipts |
| They ain’t getting no confession, we don’t speak to police |
| They want to get inside my head and try to stop me with hypnosis |
| Blocking out distractions, so don’t talk to me, I’m focused |
| Ever since a youngin I’ve been cocky and ferocious |
| Crying on these joints like osteoporosis |
| Motherfuckers soft like goose down and valor |
| Every town that we tour we astounding the viewer |
| Yeah, we got that heavy shit, you’re just a pound of manure |
| Call me Stephen King, the way I put a clown in the sewer |
| Ripper |
| I got killers that’ll kill your killers |
| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas |
| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters |
| Tipsy of the rosé and a clip of Buddha |
| I got killers that’ll kill your killers |
| I got gorillas that’ll kill gorillas |
| I got shooters that’ll shoot your shooters |
| Tipsy of the rosé and a clip of Buddha |