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Ill Bill


жанры: hip-hop, rap, underground hip-hop, death rap, underground rap
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[Verse 1:] ~Necro~
My religious beliefs are to kill snitches and any [bad word] that beef 
Your grill in stitches, get buried inside a ditch in your briefs 
Life is enslavement and suffering, crazy snuffings, attacks 
Overdosing like David Ruffin, craving, puffing some crack 
Hell is endless and friendless to the Hitlers, Mangols, and Himmlers
Mangled, ripped to pieces by characters like Pinhead, no forgiveness 
Reincarnated as God and Satan, logical psycho [bad word] 
My cadence hits like razorblade tips of invader invaded 
Corresponding with demons, bonded in blood 
Like the Ugandan president Idi genocide like Rwandans in bondage 
Devine comedy, mind lobotomy, due the math like Ptolemy 
bloodbath, you’re split in half, dichotomy 
The honorable, horrible, incorrigible, adorable death oracle 
Beautiful like a funeral floral, you heard the stories: Murdering for glory 
Sent to purgatory for doing something perverted and gory

[Chorus:] ~Everlast~
When your heart won’t beat, your eyes go black 
There’s a light in the tunnel and you can’t turn back 
Your friends can’t save you, your family’s gone 
You’re waiting on your judgment at the foot of the throne 
Will you beg for some mercy? Will you cop some pleas? 
Will you stand on your own or get down on your knees? 
Will your angels release you from where demons dwell? 
Will you make it into Heaven or go right back to Hell? 
Only time will tell, only time will tell 
Only time will tell, only time will tell

[Verse 2:] ~Tech N9ne~
I fall upon my knees like Lord forgive me
Out of the commandments I've broken ten out of ten now
Blasting me, past in me because now Satan's my pen pal
Part of me Asmodeus, the other side is an evangelist
God gave me melodious but I'm sick, psycho, and scandalous
Outbursts like Bis Malam, hallelujah
On the other hand I lust for flesh in my quest for gouda
Shaboombala boopy time, I choose and the coochie's mine
My booze through, the nine and I ooze at a groupie dying
I will be signed
But the seas got more patnas
Everything dead, blasting at peeps, my poor Patois
Trying to bring you peace but the beast brings forth caca
I really feel like I hate you but it's Eep Opp Ork Ah-Ah
You don't know what that means, then ask Jet Screamer
Trash that lingers will cause the enemies to blast that femur
Only time will tell if I crash between her
God forgive me I’m torn because I’m an angel
With a crass demeanor

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 3:] ~Ill Bill~
For whom the bell tolls, it’s the clock, tick tick tick 
The truth is the future is now 
How many lifetimes have I taken you through in this hour? 
I trust nobody cause Babylon destroyed my uncle 
So many lessons I’ve applied to my life that taught me to function 
In this hell on the earth the dark clouds have silver linings 
Until the lightning strikes down upon the unrighteous and frightening 
The non-believers like eighty year old atheists on their death bed 
Crying and begging for forgiveness from God 
Atrocities committed against mankind 
Monstrosities that span time leaving impressions of hatred in man’s mind 
Don’t let time trap you, it’s vital that realise that there’s a new beginning 
At the ending of the hour of reprisal

[Repeat Chorus:]

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Это интересно: William Braunstein (1972 г.р.), более известный как Ill Bill - рэпер и звукозаписывающий продюсер из Бруклина, Нью-Йорк. Получил известность в underground hip-hop-группе Non Phixion, и как продюсер, основатель и президент Uncle Howie Records. Его брат Necro - также рэппер и продюсер.Ill Bill состоял в, теперь уже распавшейся, группе Non Phixion, и в настоящее... подробнее
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