Ill Bill - Soldiers of Fortune lyrics

(Verse 1: Ill Bill) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I see past everyone else, my name is Billy Idol and my influence is heavily felt Do it myself, my DNA inflict your slaughter like Tony? talks sh** to his daughter As I approach the hour of reprisal In a black truck, black moon, black guns, black metal, black sun Two minutes until midnight, we amped up Holmie, stand up, leave the competition blammed up Walk quietly and carry a humongous biscuit I'm that guy that smacked your moms and f**ed your sister I care less whether you love Buddha or Jesus Not even Mohammed could stop these bullets from freezin' Your blood ice cold in your arms and legs Lie in a lifeless pose plus you're missing part of your head I often thought if I could travel through time, what I would do Often I drift between breaths of ganja fumes Seeing mayhem unfold in the yards of schools Seeing Satan on the chrome screaming God's a fool Peep the angel of d**h creepin' on you dudes You're confusin my customers, man, you're not the truth (Verse 2: Slaine) We walk close to the edge and we don't care what the limit is This is business, we the new Cohens and Simmonses The bad seed you catch growin your images You don't know any lyricists, you only know what a gimmick is I know about parents' dreams, I know where? is I know about guns, d**, I know the whole city, kid I know what an idiot is, where he lives with his b**h and his kid For the b**h that he did I know about hate, I know there's no love I know about the stress from an AIDS test, I f** with no glove Tattoos from a dirty needle, spelling my alias Ask about me in the bing and they'll tell you how real he is (Verse 3: Big Left) I'm the monsoon goon, pistol packing with coke Packaging ropes, bringing razors to the back of your throat Every record that I made is like a package of dope So take a sniff of fury, holmie, take a whack of the hope (Verse 4: Everlast) Call me Mr. White, call me Whitey Furrah Play me out, call me Devil and I'll send you to God You pretend to be hard, yo I bring the Jihad I make war on the man who makes war on the "Deen" Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim, Capo regime, captain of the team I know I'm uncivilzed, I know I'm unclean I know I get high, I know I'm sick, I'm obscene Subliminal?, original sinning, Purple drinks swimming, chasing young loose women There's flames for the coward, praise for the martyr I'm older, I'm wiser, I'm James f**ing Carter In the meanwhile you're going out like Reagan If your girl goes wild, sarcrifice that pagan 'Cause it's Coka, it's going down Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound? Yo it's Coka, it's going down Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound? Yo it's Coka, it's going down Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound? Yo it's Coka, it's going down Do you want it by the key, do you want it by the pound? Yo it's Coka