Insidious Novatore (Ft. ILL BILL)

[Verse 1]
Demigod'll rain the thunder from the heavens
As seven soldiers got you folding strapped and packing MAC-11's
Cuz I'm the God of War, I'll show you whats in store
I love my home cuz it's a Sodom
Bodies rotting on the bottom floor
And face it: I'm not the type that you can replace with
Just anyone I strangle duns for fun with their shoelaces
I ain't you basic faces baby I'm the greatest
I'm a master of the ceremony, phonies get decapitated
And motherfucker who you playing with?
I'll rock you in your shit and shiv the homies that you're staying with
Just for talking shit I'm ready grab the clip and stick
This the pistol to your lip, I'll pistol whip you till you're fainting sick
You say you're crime related, I say that's debatable
You might be crime related if you married your sister
That's kinda nasty but I guess its just all relative
I'm negative as fuck,I need to pop another sedative

[Chorus - ILL BILL]
A red puddle in the green grass
Leave you in the red puddle in the green grass
A red puddle in the green grass
Leave you in the red puddle in the green grass
Shooters with black hoodies and ski masks
Camouflage killers on mopeds that speed past
Drive by like old dog and machine blast
Leave you in the red puddle in the green grass