Ill Bill - E.M.A. '92 lyrics

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Ill Bill - E.M.A. '92 lyrics

Uh uh uh uh X a few times Push it back, kid Step the f** back, k** the drama I be rippin' n***as like my name was Jeff Dahmer I'm the mad bomber, droppin dead babies off the roof Splat flat upon the street, crazy hard like a reef With a loop and the rhyme I design to cripple punks Parapalegic, I get strategic with the funk I process my stress then react on impact Flip the f**in bigga(?) like the blunt that I pack With pot, got all types, domestic and exotic Big words, the mother f**in pimp with narcotics The drug head thug pulls the plug on ya brain Then activates the sh** that hits like a freight train So many rappers hate me cause I'm a sick f**, dude I'll blow up but you won't and that's tough luck So let me kick back and smoke my hash And all the non-believers, you can eat my a** Up ya f**in nose with the mother f**in hose Big words, you motherf**in nerds like Pete Rose I make mad hits just like a cannabis fix I flow Tick tock just like a bomb about to go off Body parts and limbs, I lick shots and blood clots Of so-called friends but (?) Behind my back, they're talking trash Cause I cash large cheques and they get vexed when I flex The complex compulsive, dead celebrity rap repulsive And so the dead-up result is They gettin' jealous cause I got the cash But all the backstabbers you can eat my a** Phat like a gat like a gun n***a run Yo my brain's like an uzi and my uzi weighs a ton Twist your fist around the mic if you wanna But if you step to me you're goin' out like (?) Smearin' feces, I increase the deceased The body count peaks you're dealin' with the dead freak (?) yo I came to talk business The snakes are crawlin' out the gra** with the quickness Talkin' crazy sh** like I should change my style But f** that bullsh**, I'd rather stay foul I know I'm gonna have the last laugh So all you f**in' fakes you can eat my a**