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Ill Bill - This Is War lyrics
Its fuckin Coka Its clockwork apocalypse mass armageddon Movin too fast dont ask me where im headin Shake your ass and the dice bitch roll me a seven Fresh like huggy take you all the way to heaven Sippin on absinth, smokin on a primo Shit i got family like a fuckin gambino shoot you in the gut like im junior suprano you talk bat shit crazy but you wont do guano Your just another victim picked and plucked your chick came backstage, my dick got sucked American scary and aristocratic bitch i aint snobby im problematic I scream fire and ill cause a panic its iceberg whitey, i sank the titanic Breasts gigantic, flow is tyranic like Saddam Huissane high off cane and Xanex (Choruse) This is war aid stay up and heat up the steel This is War cavalry shit captain at the helm This is War Chemical agents used in the field This is War Grind em up like hamburger hill (Ill Bill) We dont give a fuck if we gotta step with your family Ima kidnap your motha and fed-ex you her panties We top dolla, we pop lamas we not promised tomorrow so we get robbed and all types of horror Never caught in that bullshit divide and conquer Ride up on my homies means ill prob die a monster I'ma a certified mobster, la coka rock star Fuck music im talking about the block par? I'm talking about bullet holes the size of gods heart and choppers that could put Satan inside a pine box Imagine what we would do to if we wanted to Pay LAPD to pop you like I would do I buy anybody everybody got a price everybody got a momma everybody got a wife Everybody got someone they likes or loves Spike them with drugs and decorate they life with they blood (Big Left) Im the mother fuckin Drey killer president Bush Learned me well, hit anybody on the outside from jail Big Left I handle bars like im stuck in rails Yes, a breath of fresh air like you opening cells Listen its not really that hard just picture the facts welcome to the major leagues with mikes and baseball bats and I'm back, make believe its 88 and I'm crack you can tell the shits mine by the navy blue caps New york ain't get with it the bronx was the beginning where cats got cement shoes to limit they swimming This is real life fighting like pits, duct taping the grip a true Hollywood story that fits Wheel of steel in the feel my face already sealed I'm stuck in a game show between deal and no deali spit you know the name I'm not for playing games keep you higher in vertical than my man David Blain |
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