Lyrics Razor Blade Vomit - Illa Ghee

Razor Blade Vomit

Yeah
Uh huh
Illa
Man gotta die, knock the spots off of Spotify
Now you’ve been spotted, each verse be sodomized
Two goon creeping to black maroon fever
Dark sky breather, I’ll bullet wound your Caesar
Peter paid Paul, but I shot Paul for Peter
I’m not King James or Paul (?) either
Whoever want war with rap
I’ll have your jaws tapped
Try to call Illa Ghee out and get your call back
Yeah
Get clapped at close range
Come in front your king and clothesline your gold chain
A lot more guns than Butterballs from Ving Rhames
Batman’s (?) and my genius is insane
Analyze I infect your inner ear
Spit like parole so our souls won’t interfere
Step into the pit, I’ll slay
Clear out day
Automated heroin that spits out gray
Pardon my handgun, I’m jumping out of vans
Like I’m playing with enemies I lay you where you stand
Fucking lames
I never played that game
If I learned anything its how to aim
Speaking of which I’ll give your mind frame something to sniff
I was born with a fifth and a couple of clips
Triple that, times six, I’m piff, I’m sick
I could finger fuck bitches with bullets and chew bricks
I’m a mosh pit, black Mossberg under armpit
Talk Islamic, razor blades are vomit
Black Adonis, backshotting on you Pocahantas
In the Bahamas trying to carry back a bunch of llamas
Hog tied to an incubus' harddrive
Slug pass by like the Pharcyde
Do or die
Who do you think is gonna win if its you and I?
Here’s your coffin, I’m telling you you’re gonna die
I’m telling you you’re gonna die
Die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker die