Ill Bill - Bury You With Satan (Remix Pt. 2) lyrics

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Ill Bill - Bury You With Satan (Remix Pt. 2) lyrics

[Verse 1: Necro] Listen to the rugged sh** Your jugular's slit with razors quick I'm sick I only kick amazin' sh** You diss? You buggin, b**h You better wake up Before we dead you And break up your face You're a disgrace And you'll get taped up Tortured, murdered, replaced ... I be the perverted wordsmith You're bird sh** You heard it? I said it Satanic I'll set it Anybody can get it You not exempt from contempt You beat me? You dreamt You were sleepin, dozin' You'll be bleedin' I'm a frozen frigid cold cretin Immaculate Packin' a hatchet in my jacket Back it the f** up you b**h Or get cut up in fractions during action Gore aficionado Rip your body open With a bottle that's broken You're smokin' Full throttle Hit with a shotty I get vexed You're dead next Butcher you Mushin' you Senseless Violence is endless When I bring it Ain't much you can do Psychological with the demonic pull Reelin' you into sin Peelin' your skin like a psychotic bull [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Police murderer I'm causin' hysteria I'll send ya f**in f*ggots to hell Then I bury ya Ask Moses My words are like the fire on the mountain I got mix tape verses To sh** on your entire album I make the most horrifyingly vivid images Come to life Stab you in the f**in face With my sentences A knife sharpened by God Could cut no deeper I kick tables over with Jesus There is no equal I'm like Lucifer The unforgiven Cast out of heaven I must, rather, rule in hell With the black MAC-11 Than be a servant I'd rather be an accessory to murder The Hell on Earth survival means You better be an earner An enemy mind You ready to die? Are you f**in' pussies mentally ready For machetes and nines? For the drama on your momma's door step I drive by And spray hollow tips That split your mind's eye