Ill Bill - Karma lyrics

[Block McCloud] Yeah Day By Day Uncle Howie Brooklyn Ac The holy trinity n***a Check this See Block McCloud sitting on a stoop in Brooklyn Don't step you might slip like a fiddler on a roof Fans respect Block cause what I'm spitting is the truth Nasty n***a, love a groupie licking on her cooch Cause I don't give a f**, down a bottle of my jaw stuff With only a night, looking for more s*uts to force f** Ironic how the liquor make me vomit Like denying me the things that I love will make me want it even more Like a hard to find Brooklyn Ac track To a fan that keep looking cause I'm cooking that crack It's like karma, what goes around comes around What goes up must come down, coming out the f**ing underground We surfacing from the church of sin Uncle Howie work the single, Day By Day made the CDs you're purchasing n***as with bad karma, shed 'em like a serpent's skin Murdering foes dead like blood curdling [Chorus] Karma's a b**h f** anybody who snitch Have the police wondering whose body is this See the cut that make sure the payback's enormous Have us begging for mercy from a god that scorns us Karma's a b**h f** anybody who snitch Have the police wondering whose body is this See the cut that make sure the payback's enormous Have us begging for mercy from a god that ignores us [Ill Bill] I'll make the hallow tip explode in your brain homie The sound of it will leave you cold and defamed wodie When hypothermia sets in, the reaper's calling Rising off the crucifix like it's Easter morning Everything turn black when my heat is talking And everybody wear black when they see your coffin Your apocalypse perhaps is me achieving glory Sitting on a j**el throne who*es kneel before me I'm a legend on these streets my people adore me Storm the streets with loyalty and go to war for me Run up in your crib an pop a sawed off on me And jump right in front of a bullet if it's coming towards me I'm a cross between the most morbid disease and a swarm of bees Leaving you horrifically tortured and deceased While you feast on goats and dance for Satan You wake up in another life a brain cancer patient [Chorus] [MF Grimm] Wild in a wheelchair like Lieutenant Dan Feds follow me around in a blue tinted van That's first unit, second unit, their van's tan Black helicopters on top with a scan Manson, even while in prison Warned you about me, but you didn't listen Switch picture, I run the world Karma's a b**h and my name is Earl Why would I, look what you done to me I'ma k** you, you better run from me It's a horror flick don't run in woods dummy You's a punk but you hide it real good money Thrown in a trunk, you riding in the hood money Lay down and die, I really think you should money Come out your pockets, I'm Roy Demeo Come out your sockets, your arms and your legs go Kickbox b**h, no love this way Cut your head off, save it for a trophy You mother, make her more upset Dig casket up, dump the body on her doorstep Shoot your carca**, bonus little d**h threat That's nothing, you haven't seen our best yet Cremate can't find where the hash is Get the bamboo, roll up your ashes Light it up, this high is the fastest We get about a brick from you, you gonna last us Everyone know I'm quick to bust a gat Disrespect my flow, I'll murder you for that Hide body, throw a party, picnic where you at Side bar lawyers talk, beat the murder rap Seeking for the max, evidence is wax No one is safe so s**as watch your back