Ill Bill - Sicko lyrics

[Intro] Hahaha Sick (woooow) (psyco logical street villians volume one brand new sh**) Ill bill and Necro! Check it out Brand new, exclusive sh** Pay attention [Ill Bill] The music business [?] f*ggots and idiots [?] branche to villians p**ys beated to pants from periods We're street villians just another word for goons Big black gats and braincells burned from shrooms The futurist speaks now forever hold your heat clothes Meat holes with pretty faces and deep throats Blow alone, leave him alone i sell us a blow And when they ask me for free coat, i telle them no Tellin them story walking, banging [?] Catch me walking with p**no b**hes off [?] Circel of tyrants the gore mayhem violence [?] Ten year mission, my music for scumbags Murderes and monsters, violent monsters cop k**ers Live in kansas, so much weed call us to join the chieffs his staf Creeps with masks murder you for no reason f*g! [Necro] Freaking different voices Rocking the wig it's America so i can snuff you and shoot you like our choice is With the freedom to reach in my holster and unleashe Dum, dum, that wil fling you into the air higher then Hashid, so move you're frame back f**, kapish Cause [?] i'm bringing burners to studio sessions for sound effects, rocking a disguise incognito Kodo bushido [?] torpedo blasting your broken bones aikido You can't decipher it and what will bludgeon my enemy's skull and stik a knife in it Cause what Hip-Hop sh** i'll die for it Without music i'm dead only thing that comes my head, except we see some head, we see from bret sleeping in bed I was borned bend see more d**h then a corps dead My brains bin warped way before you knew what the word ment Schocking you like electricity to the tits, i'm on a d**hbed with ten diseases now who is sick?