Ill Bill - Santa Sangre lyrics

[Verse 1: Ill Bill] My discipline go beyond the way the army train people, calmly spray people Devil's horns up like Ronnie James Dio or Tony Iommi Cut your f**in' arms off, stole me a rollie I mob deep like Tony Maroni Cross between the Egyptian God of Fire E'ry time I ride ten times higher than a Soprano in God's choir A Heavy Metal King, like eatin' crack my gun metal rings Settle things like God's prayer and the Devil's wings We feast at the Last Supper, you hear the last laugh from us Scrape cash abundant, you hear the gats blast from us Roll with meaner rhymes, pinnin y'all Conquer continents like Genghis Khan My life is like a Misfits song Or like Cypress Hill, hits from the bong Or like Ice-T, 6 'N the Morn, police at my door Shoot the beast in his horse Squeezin' the four, creep in the 6, then breeze to L'amour The Lords of War, for four seasons or more, listen [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] This is goon music, somethin' for Vinnie gun to clap Y'all ain't makin' no progress, y'all still are runnin' laps I think of y'all like Christ, y'all never comin' back Chainsaws and husky beards without the lumberjacks Come on Pana! Vinnie got a clip full I'ma let this four-fifth bark like it's a pitbull (BRRAP! BRRAP! BRRAP!) Money I got a fistful And I got an razor and it cut like if you skip school I can be on that fight the power, astonish sh** I can be on that Gucci and on that Prada sh** I can be on that questionin' if a God exists I can be on that punch in your face and rob you sh** That's when motherf**ers starvin' and such Dry snitchin', all y'all motherf**ers cryin' too much Yeah, give me a jar and the dutch I just caught a body and I'm proud of all this rhyming and such Yeah