| I murder you and laugh
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| I’m Barry Sanders slashing through the path
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| You a magician’s assistant, I’m sawin' you in half
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| You a heathan that rely on the beast
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| I’m a demon at the fire crucifyin' the priest
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| I shine over beats
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| A motherfuckin' beast on the mic
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| I’m a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like
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| I bleed in a fight, Vinnie like the taste of his blood
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| And I’ll open up your stomach like the case of a slug
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| I’m faithful to drugs, puttin' metal plates in your mug
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| Dump your body in the motherfuckin' lake in a rug
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| Face in the mud, y’all create the facade
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| That my people have exterminated faith in they god
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| Patience is hard, cousin, but it pays to be calm
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| Go to war for anybody who embraces Islam
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| I’m gracious and warm, ready for the place in the war
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| And I’m ready to smash your motherfuckin' face in the floor
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| We got that gangster gangster shit
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| We got that murder murder shit
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| You talk that gangster gangster shit
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| We live that murder murder shit
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| Without order nothing exists, without chaos nothing evolves
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| Now get on your knees so I can stick this gun in your mouth
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| I’m a slayer album personified, Holocaust, Columbine
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| Middle Passage, Israel versus Palestine
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| It’s the cult leader drink your cool-Aid
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| Roll with the doctors that produce AIDS
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| I open my mouth, I shoot flames
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| The freedom fighter that got the whole world terrified
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| Ill Bill, human manifestation of genocide
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| Stand amongst Grammy winning grimy nose candy sniffers
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| Blast the black metal at you like Danny Lilker
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| It’s impossible to escape my matrix of hate
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| I’ll make a good girl a cum dumpster sayin' don’t wait
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| Set the razors to AKs and turn razors to grapes
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| Turn blood into wine with an insatiable taste
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| Drink from the goblet of gore, vomitting porn
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| Sodom and Gomorrah back to Canarsie New York
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| You don’t know about the gospel of Judas
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| About the information found in the Galapagos Ruins
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| How the warriors would sharpen they blades
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| How if they government wanted to they could cure you of AIDS
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| We the equivalent of fire and ice
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| The equivalent of a prisoner who die for his rights
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| I’m lyin' to Christ, put your fuckin' spine in a vice
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| I’m like Trump in the Apprentice, only fire at night
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| I’m dyin' to fight, slap you five and put ten in you
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| Louie Dogs, a fuckin' genocide general
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| So I say fuck the CIA and they plan
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| Get me outta here I’d rather fuckin' stay in Iran
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| I’ll run up on you with grenades in my hand
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| If you fuckin' round with Bill or try to hate on my fam
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| It’s the dichotomy of hatred in man
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| If you ever even think of tryin' to play me then blam
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heavy Metal Kings , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album The Best of Stoupe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп