Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Diamond, artist - Ill Bill. Album song Heavy Metal Kings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.04.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil, Uncle Howie
Song language: English
King Diamond |
Y’all should stop rhyming |
I’m a G, hardbody, I am not common |
This is destiny, it’s not luck, it’s not timing |
And Vinnie staying in the hood like he Top Ramen |
I ain’t ready for the stage until my fourth quart |
I’m the definition of bully, a poor sport |
However you want it, we can do it on your court |
My sword’ll cut your shit in half like it’s divorce court |
I have G in my blood cause my pops had it |
The straight left hits hard like it’s Scott Travis |
I don’t fuck with anybody who is not savage |
The GSG-5 leave your block ravished |
I’m not sick, I control the disease |
I got Lamas but not the ones that Napoleon feeds |
Even the most protected soldier could bleed |
Me and you ain’t nothing alike, we a whole different breed |
Yo, sawed-off or automatic, my aura cause static |
Draw? |
anarchy volcanic is organic |
Heavy metal emperors, kings on the planet |
Bring whores and Xanax, think more satanic |
X pills, Vicodins, OCs, powder |
Haze, OG, kush, diesel, and sour |
Dust, chews, loosies, turbans, and kufis |
Handguns, rocket launchers, shotguns, and Uzis |
Imported Italian leather sofas Valencia |
Shooters imported from Chechnya |
Put em underneath the dirt with the rest of ya |
The skull and crown on the sword, four pound on ya boy |
Cause entire crowds to applaud, ten thousand or more |
Can never be contained, lyrically deranged, clinically insane |
Critically acclaimed, I keep the industry afraid |
They’ve been super nervous ever since we escaped |
Goons with burners, destiny betrayed, refuse to lose or ever be a slave |
A picture’s worth a thousand words but a symbol is worth a thousand pictures |
We never fully understood the symbol found in scriptures |
Swastikas spray-painted on the pyramids |
Sometimes I feel like we’re just an experiment |
Gold fronted up top to bottoms, cock the Lamas |
Mossad, Osama, jihad, Obama, call me the Skull Head |
Like Four Horsemen combined in one warhead |
You fuck around I’ll detonate and leave you all dead |