| It’s no quality on the mic that I don’t have
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| My hands punch through a rock like an Apollo jab
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| When I was young I used to follow dad
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| And watch how he would handle more beef than a McDonald’s ad
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| I’m from a time of Alpina glasses and Diadoras
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| Fuck around with me your family’s gonna need a florist
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| It’s no question who running rap cause we the rawest
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| Hit your head with the thunder clap, you see in Horus
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| I love my mother to death for giving birth to me
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| I ain’t even seeing red no more, it’s burgundy
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| All these bitches is just birds to me
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| And hearing of another dead cop quenches a thirst in me
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| Anything that is godly is the reverse of me
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| The home of Richard Ramirez is like a church to me
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| I keep a razor in my mouth, it’s like a Certs to me
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| The way I cut your fucking face is like a surgery
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| Nothing’s sacred anymore, take your last breath
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| What I am, what I want, I’m only after death
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| Sons are born and guns are drawn
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| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn
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| Nothing’s sacred anymore, take your last breath
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| What I am, what I want, I’m only after death
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| Is there life after death and if so where we go?
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| Black operation, black tie ritual, black magic
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| Black carpet event on the Black Sabbath
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| Black helicopter, black metal, black Magnum
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| Black Berkowitz in a cell with black Manson
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| My brain’s strange from taking contaminated acid
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| While you be selling your soul we assassinate assassins
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| Spray up weddings and funerals, splatter banquets
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| Bang automatic ratchets and broadcast the transcript
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| We staring down the barrel of another 9/11
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| Souls condemned to burn in Hellfire cry for Heaven
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| Blood money turn the most innocent minds to weapons
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| Turn children to killers carrying knives in trenches
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| Selling crack in the rain on the benches with a vengeance
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| Make a dramatic entrance like the train scene in Death Wish
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| Spray automatics reckless, leave your brains leaking headless
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| Pulling out the heavy metal K in broad day and end this
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| Nothing’s sacred anymore, take your last breath
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| What I am, what I want, I’m only after death
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| Sons are born and guns are drawn
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| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn
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| Nothing’s sacred anymore, take your last breath
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| What I am, what I want, I’m only after death
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| Is there life after death and if so where we go?
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| And then blood floods the lawn
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| Throwing a body on my lawn
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| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Splatterfest, artist - Ill Bill. Album song Heavy Metal Kings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп