Ill Bill - Your Dead lyrics

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Ill Bill - Your Dead lyrics

(verse 1) Ahhhhhh, necro! Yo, the most morbid overdose off it Like cindy crawfords baby comatose in the coffin Im awful, often unlawful Crack you with a softball in your skull Until youve lost all your memory, every morsel Mutilate the beat, rejuvenate the street While you duplicate, repeat Leave you lookin like bloody lubricated meat Ive got a gun to pull And Im comfortable Pumpin a full clip into the wonderful front of your skull Your life is not refundable, stumble into the underworld Where bigger hoes than you didnt come to your girl Bustin off like Im huntin for squirrels A bullet hits you ripping your muscle like a hundred curls And thats that, you bullsh** artists Can catch an ascap when you clap right through your knapsack backpack Through an intruders chest right through the flesh Shove the knife in deep coz life is cheap Like hookers from budapest Chorus: Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead Dead Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre so dead And thats what I said Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead Dead Youre dead dead, youre dead dead, youre dead dead (so dead) thats what I said (verse 2) Ill bills seen demons in back of taxi cabs My thoughts attack me like a bad acid tab Or a crack drag or black flag Tales from the darkside, mandatory suicide You and I collide, member suit and ties arrive Driving medicated, then the thoughts within the dream accelerated Then some other motherf**er levitated Talkin bout some vampire sh** like hes dedicated Decapitated that f**in f*ggot then I celebrated f**in with me you f**in with psychos Gunshots and knifeholes, walk on my tightrope, you know how life goes Its like a dice roll, I love the drama, my mind is set to k** you Spill your blood everywhere, like the broken gla** of wine And under the path of disaster of a ba*tard by design the blast and I f** these b**hes, love the cash and cry And we all sick, quick to torture you, Cut off your balls and stuff em down your throat Like you sniffed a pound of coke, youre startin to choke Chorus