Ill Bill - Violent Rage lyrics

(ILL BILL) ILL BILL and Sicknature spit hatred All these other cats are dick faces I lift trains and throw 'em at airplanes Spit flame - switch lanes - my fist make chins ache and my spit could even strip paint I think great like Alexander Stop you in your tracks like a fam of tarantulas crawling up your pants like they mad at ya Crawl in ya mouth, try to spit em out, crawl in ya eyes Immortalize, get the blow torch, cauterize Torture minds, lord of lies, kingdom of truth I sound like someone tossed a thermite grenade in the booth Stomp ya head flat, penetrate ya brain with a boot, ya skull with ya teeth Roll with thugs, vultures and creeps Third eye wide open while your soldiers asleep Burst nines watch ya whole team explode in the street It's the code of the street Here's an award Fry the umpire Live by the sword You'll probably die by gunfire (Chorus) (Sicknature) My rap is like katanas, severing heads in a splatter On beats colder than the era that buried the mammoth Spit magma like volcanoes that erupt And bring a divine pain like the hammer of Thor landed in your nuts Smashing them to dust, when Bill & Paz is on the cut You´ll feel like ya dived in a tub with a high voltage gadget while its plugged If you´ll snooze on this heavy weight greatness, best stay awake then Like having s**omnia next an AIDS patient All that happy rapping is dead My sh** sounds like chopping off an entire kneck to play hackey sack with the head Crucial rage music, with a mood that would slay cupid I never kicked in the door, I bazooka´d my way through it Me & Bill produced Seven for Army Of The Pharaohs And threw these sh** producers a party in the gallows We´re an alliance that solidly silence the comedies Spit is wild, a clear reflection of a violent society (Chorus) (Vinnie Paz) I'm only here for the money dummy get it and leave Ain't no second chances here you don't get a reprieve You better off murkin yourself or catch a disease Cause f**in round with Vinnie you ain't destined to breath So whether if it's violence or a question of peace I don't give a muthaf** you getting fed to the beast I use ya warm blood turn it from the bread to the yeast Walk into the tabernacle take the head of a priest I carry heavy sh** let the thunderclapper blam Like Mitch Blood Green beat in front of Dapper Dan It's only darkness when you go for the a**a**ins hand Don't even speak to me without the use of proper gram You a shook one pissin in ya dungarees When you rhymin on stage it's only tumbleweeds I'm a d**h stalker yall are f**in bumblebees You betta bacdafucup like you was Sonny Seez (Chorus)