Ill Bill - Clockwork Burgundy lyrics

[Intro] Get your hands up, fast! This is a stick-up! Reach! Indeed, I shall reach! [Verse 1: Goretex] Lock-cliff (?) preh-en-vest precision murder like Phil Hartman (?) Human delis I fathered get complete with all the garnishes (?) Clef Lane Belt Parkway hold the wheel yo don't let it spill Wave a work on the rail scale then we movin' to the Seville Mortuary gloves baggin' dope in the vestibule Came a long way now we mix orange acid to edibles Rap Mickey Knox I'm the rabbi with the k**er locks Packages of white we got our training on stove tops Likes to get her air pulled the 80's coke we called it Air Wolf Locked my brain in the (sin of God) no candles (?) We the Tel Aviv got (levito genevis?) Walking like Lee Van Cleef on k**er keef I'm like Porky from dope fiends sell junk like Sanford Ain't talkin' ‘bout garbage with them packets of Pampers Serve fiends like peace Sampras (?) Headbands filled with coke max KD shaes no safety Uzi under the coat [Verse 2: ILL Bill] That Clockwork Burgundy, my Glock work perfectly That cop shot nervously and got popped purposely Blood bath (in every) color like (vernery) (?) Sherming the weed burn up a bean murder sprees (?) J-crib like visit the nafia we mafia f** outta here make a f**ing schmuck outta ya Billy from fifty-seven fourteen Phara-ga arrogant plus talented (?) Became a cult leader like Manson did El Magico add cats in the pastrami hole (?) Ma** hooked up the root (?) It feels like Howie's home Like '83 in Canarsie Camaro's on every block rest in peace to Artie I'm that innovation syntax in the matrix Witchcraft in the basements skin grafted by Satan Forever meant to destroy mics My destiny on board stripes rest in peace Sean Price