Ill Bill - The Crazies lyrics

The Crazies, live in the subways Completely control the underground They're Night Raiders [Mr. Hyde] Yo Don't be concerned about what you heard about me word of mouth Facts I'll take the burner out and blow your f**ing sternum out I'll keep the fragments, little pieces of your clavicle In my cabinets to prove you ain't shatter proof Put the four fifth to you, let all four clips in you Pain experience is like a Pitch George grip to you Now you scarecrow dead, watch me tear whole heads Off at their shoulders I cough as you smolder Fresh ash particles contaminate the sky From your flesh barbeque, inhale it to get high Or pull the tool in your bless, leave you laying on the deck f** your bullet proof vest son, I'm aiming for your neck Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up my rug Ain't no crews rugged'er, I'll prove it with a slug See, we psycho+logical- your team's methodical We back slap f*g rappers like b**h prostitutes Scream, and pray its only a nightmare And hope your gaping throats really only a slight tear In truth you slice right with the nice nine inch knife Every trife rhyme I write ignite twenty-five to life [Goretex] Barn of the naked dead Garnish your flesh, carving your head Me and the Coven starve women till there orange and red Take creep pictures, renounced, I'm the young Keith Richards I'll turn a MILF evil, feed her some speed with k**er mixtures Writing Bibles like I'm Anton We slime buckets, where s*uts get gutted, f**ed and punched With there tampons, a blood fetish A monster with grimace like Al Fish A moment of silence the count is about to asphyx Playing God is such a thrill for me My young ministry with six women become un-inhibited they k** for me The God of love, I leave scars and misery See letting these women go don't make sense, it's a sin to me The night surgeon, I flip it like a Christ inversion Welcome to Hell, selling souls right in person The gore merchant, murder for pigs is always worth it Express mail, set my panties and bloody kerchiefs [Ill Bill] Call me the sad wings of destiny Spread across the planet like leprosy Destroying your entire life's legacy Nuclear priest, fire storm, human defeat My goons are elite, murdering you with the tools of the street The morbid sorcerer, forty four magnum officer slaughterer Calling your coroner, crash street at the corner of Lauberman Jumping the L, between cars puffing the L Robbing you on the way to Carnarsie for something to sell And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger Burying you with illirious bangers A total nightmare, chrome nines appear Walking with no signs of fear Designed to tear you with this piece of these vagina scare p**y clot, ill guerilla pimp make the p**y pop Another rookie cop got shot another p**y drop Either we mad men or mysterious villains Or billionaires, sociopaths, or serial k**ers [Necro] Murder rappers with a shooting titanium microphone Bullets in your brain rip through cranium like Styrofoam Four thugs who step to me who catch belly slugs Now your four f*ggits dead laid out in a row covered in smelly rugs Dying to meet ya, slice up each feature Your grill's a bloody mess, your face looks like a pie pizza Like bleeding pimples, we hold katanas The scientist an*lyst, I'm breeding pit bulls and piranhas The messiah ain't nothing but a creep in a trench They found Jesus downtown Brooklyn sleeping on a bench Lobotomy cla**, we experiment cut and stitch Open your brain up and an*lyze it to find out why you're such a b**h Put gats to you Throw you in a lake naked with a block of cement attached to you I don't sweat to shoot you (uhn uh) Rather cut your spleen on screen like a Tom Savini scene Execute you