| Reel Wolf, underground shit
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| I guess I’m up first, right?
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| I’mma rap first?
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| Alright, let me hit this blunt right quick
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| I’m the sickest motherfucker on this earth
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| That’ll fuck a transvestite, dog, or blue Smurf
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| Bizarre smack a bitch quick
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| Then give her ass a lick while she take a shit
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| Fuck your period, fuck your rag
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| Take it in your ass, just like a fag
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| All my fans is crazy, they love it
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| That’s why I say fuck it, and smack you in public
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| I’m rugged!
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| Yeah, you know me well
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| The Gods said that they owe me hell
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| I’m the outlaw Josey Wales
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| I make a nigga feel spiritual like holy tales
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| From the bible, roll Exodus and then inhale
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| No one knows you, so if I kill you who’d I tell?
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| Half-hipster, whiney nigga that’s a fuckin' fail
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| Life without purpose, that’s a fucking jail
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| Lost Cauze, when I spit it’s fucking hell
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| Master a dance of lesbians
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| Satanic majesty’s equestrian
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| On a black steed stampeding pedestrians
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| 'Do what thou wilt' shall be the whole of the law
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| I get my dick sucked by a nun with the soul of a whore
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| Superstitious like a gypsy casting a death-spell
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| Exhale chemtrails
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| Strangle you with your own entrails
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| 14th day of July innocence was averted
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| Ill Bill, born on the same day Billy The Kid was murdered
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| It’s kill or be killed
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| So watch out for the villain — he’s ill
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| I’m slinging rap, swinging bats like I’m in little league still
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| Sniffing cocaine off a coin with Kennedy’s grill
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| Cough from a joint while I’m crushing my enemies will
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| I’m a homicidal Hercules, doggie, I’m an urban myth
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| I swerve the whip and get my dick sucked while on my work release
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| I give these rappers bad advice and a nervous twitch
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| Penetrate and innovate, a renegade, I murder shit
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| I’m a real wolf
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| With the Underworld clique
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| I ain’t racist just 'cause I split your head to the white meat
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| The missing link Yeti-Sasquatch, yeah I might be
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| This shit’s real — distribute guns in the kids meal
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| Open the box, hold the Glock, bust a shot through the windshield
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| The manifestation of evil stay alive and breathing
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| I’m Satan’s fitness trainer, exercising demons
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| Respect the shooter, I’ll find the bastard
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| Hell, my loaded pistol is a fire hazard
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| My dick stays hard in graveyards, you pray hard
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| As I make love to Adolf Hitler’s carcass
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| Call me a nigga as I lick his heartless chest
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| I guess these skinhead Nazis wanna get retarded
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| Why? |
| 'Cause I’m fucking your leader all in his ass
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| Speak to him in Hebrew, fuck the Führer until he’s back, dead again
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| Tell the Aryans I’m burying my head right in his belly
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| And it’s scary 'cause I’m licking his mustache
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| Son of a killer, Mr. fucking grimey
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| SAS 22nd regiment limey
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| Born in a barn with my eyes wide open
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| Inspired by debacles since I came out the fallopian
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| We don’t fuck around, got permits to carry
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| Everybody walks around like Dirty fucking Harry
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| Don’t play my town, 'cause we will fucking bury you
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| Carry you to a farm, cut off your arms, chewed up by animals
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| On your mark, get set, ready to go
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| Green light, checkered flag, time to get that dough
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| And ayo, in the underworld I’m half-wolf and half-lycan
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| Swing the Excalibur, barbaric viking
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| Vicodin, marijuana, cocaine, the Grateful Dead
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| Average rapper kidnapping
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| Be sure to make your bed
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| When they battle me fatality take your head
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| And write a rhyme with your blood
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| The page’s painted red
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| I’m a real wolf
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| With the Underworld clique
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| I’m the king of Castle Greyskull
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| My grey matter’s powerful as Grey Hulk
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| I’m Zartan, I’m Tarzan before he went to Greystroke
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| My brain’s broke, slang dope
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| And when I speak my slang’s dope
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| You’re soft as fuck — your whole album is a gay joke
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| Rap’s lethal, spit a sixteen at you
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| We’ll paint the ceiling with your brains like the Sistine Chapel
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| I’m the cardinal of carnage, the poisonous priest
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| Don’t bother praying to your God
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| There’s no avoiding this beast
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| You ain’t about that life
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| You a bastard that won’t attack
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| I’m the type to grab a knife
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| And I’m stabbing you with it backwards
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| I’m backslapping wack ass non-rappers
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| Snatch the breath out of you faster than asthma without a gas mask
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| I lace hash, a heinous figure
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| Slash-murderer, I’m burning these legacy killers
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| Putting mo' metal in niggas than robotic mechanisms
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| Kill his woman and brag about it in prison
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| Rambo-knife, show you what bloody is
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| You call it a dead cop, I call it a bloody pig
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| You think your hands nice money? |
| You’s a funny kid
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| You next to get molly-whopped like your buddy did
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| The Ruger Blackhawk, stick it in the dunny rib
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| Throw him in the fucking bathroom like Sunny did
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| The biggest show in your career; |
| like a hundred kids
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| The AR-15 blew off like a hundred wigs
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| Grim reaper to Ariel Castro, Adam Lanza, James Holmes
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| Flame on, no it ain’t wrong when I’mma have them plans for cancer
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| Then land ya in the hands of tense Panthers
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| Damned with antlers to ram ya man Pampers
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| Scrams the answer, no evil understands ya
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| Grandeur and like you were three times the word lambda
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| I’ll be the damper on a clan’s fam’s camper
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| Necromancer drinking vodka and Fanta with Santa
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| I’m a real wolf
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| With the Underworld clique |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reel Wolf: The Underworld , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Howie Made Me Do It 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп