Ill Bill - 120% Darkside Justice lyrics

(Verse) f** the machine, I’m raging against the broke life I love the cream, my sayings affect the coke price My demons are devils to the things that I don’t like Can I detach myself former I know it’s on trife Murder a**ault, powed out a control type Worshiping at the author of rhymes like a low life Dress correct, heavy metal and brother roll tight I’m obsessed with d**h, hell do something Sean Price Know the tech kid is out of thunder No respectable but fat like bounty hunter No remorse, mega force records seeking the story We k** em all, zip up the bag, bring em to the mall Bring him to the coroner table then cut him up and look inside of him Why the f** would they think that someone lied to them? Sold em the dead dreams, listening to philosophers sponsored links Going against me? Victory is impossible (Hook x2) Blood, money and d**h, dark side justice Trust nothing except, dark side justice f** love and respect, dark side justice 120% dark side justice (Verse) My rap’s scary, it escaped from my Blackberry Your rap stays trapped, it’s fake and imaginary My rap full of guts and bad vocabulary My rap has drug tracks and blood capillaries It’s all cemetery, turn about mortuaries I ain’t saying anything out of the ordinary Not unusual, it’s the cult itinerary Attending funerals with a dull contemporary Whether it’s putting you in blind sense but never necessary Gun straightened paper better than a secretary With just one shot turn a jock into a Jerry The Glock said we carry, turn The Rock into a fairy Murder for no reason other than monetary The devil made me do it, it’s involuntary I keep clips and new papers obituaries Behind a bookcase with a trick dictionary (Hook x2) Blood, money and d**h, dark side justice Trust nothing except, dark side justice f** love and respect, dark side justice 120% dark side justice (Verse) It’s a perfect murder scene, a perfect murder bout a perfect person Blue Haria verse perfectly cursin a virgin What’s the faculty of energy perfect exertion Call me majesty, my words are conversed in a serpent p**y boy left the war, they call it desertion I am dirty, I am opposite in every detergent If it is a great goose then it’s certainly Bourbon I write my rhyme in Beirut with a Burgundy Bourbon Hard body rap, punch you in the chatter box I would never walk the hallways unless I had a ox That’s the reason why they put me in patted box I would’ve never been a problem if I had my pops I pull motherf**ers cold like a magic shot Mosberg means spin several medal savage shots The heater hit the f**in flesh like the cattle prod My physical body’s the vehicle for wrath of God (Hook x2) Blood, money and d**h, dark side justice Trust nothing except, dark side justice f** love and respect, dark side justice 120% dark side justice