Ill Bill - Swordfish lyrics

[Verse 1] k**ing snakes that sidewind Tripping on Jakes & Drive-Bys Walk around high Sniffing a Thai eighth and five lines Five nines, hit you five times I'll rise from the grave seven days after I die to spit flames Spit fireballs, spit volcanoes Spit molotovs at popstars, exploding bombs under cop cars Arms dealers that I met I bought nerve gas and laser rifles They CIA they take they names from the Bible Jesus specialised in chemical weapons and bio-robotics Met him in Cairo he was chilling with this guy Mohammed Ex-PLO Honcho, that went AWOL He sold black market organs at the CIA store They introduced me to they bro Moses Pulled out an eightball of that Grade-A sh**, and froze noses Then they told me bout Ish and Isaac Two brothers, one was telekinetic, the other psychic They was after me, they was asking mad questions Jesus tells me he suspects they were hired by the Russians I always thought that they was cousins Who gives a f**? f** them f*ggots, when I see them I'mma buck them [Hook] X2 It's a hijacking, when I shot that pilot in the eye, laughing Landed the plane by myself, the only guy standing Swordfish, more than Halle Berry showing off tits It's real, Swiss bank acounts and terrorists [Verse 2] Blowing up buildings like Tyler Durden My minds perverted Eight women orgies, these congressmens wives are dirty Extroverted like Wild Wild West strippers And d**h lifts us, to higher levels I hire devils to k** other devils I the funds expensive? never any troubles Shoot outs because of my Uncle, Forever bubble Bombed the airport, jetted in the cherry red Porsche Catching head from this who*e, that I met at the store Jesus had the Lamborghini and that b**h from Tahiti That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip some Martini A disturbed past, involving all types of terrorism I know how to dispense nerve gas through televisions Tera Patrick and Adriana Sage Undercover FBI agents that look great, and give fanastic brains Adriana Gave me a platinum chain A mercenary in this savage game, I Skyjacked the plane [Hook X2] [Verse 3] Assasins get fazed, thrown in stealth planes Exploding d**h pays, it's gangsta You f**ing f*ggots know the next phase You'll get your dome X-rayed Kidnap you like los pepes 'Til the chrome Tec spray You get p**y, I own s** slaves It's God's will, f** with me you get shot and k**ed Chopped into pieces and stuffed in the trunk of a Bonneville Globetrot, smoke pot, with b**hes that so hot They go to the Grammys wearing a see through dress and no bra No panties, f** with me I'll k** your whole family Cyanide now or later she choking on candy I choreographed the goriest ma**acres Bizzary to Africa No story is graphic-er [Hook X2]