Tales from the Darkside C-Lance (Ft. ILL BILL & Snak The Ripper)

[Intro: ILL BILL]
Listen! Oh!

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Orgasm and spit, the masters of the sick
The assassins of the clique in the passionate abyss
Everybody got shooter dudes moped
Blow off your head, scooter goon
Shoot you through the moonroof of a Subaru
Groupies are fly, Uzi's are primed
Twist your wig like the Guggenheim or roofies in wine
Peruvian group of birds quick to shoot you first
My personal Lucifers, a trillion ways to die, which would you prefer?
Suicidals get defenestrated Satanism
Put that in your pipe and smoke it up like Jamaica-ism
For the sake of my fam, I do evil things
Turn to the dark side, turn into a evil king
All the while, the Grim Reaper laugh in the shadows
With a sawed-off and two hollow shells in the barrel
Fuck around with me, you better have good karma
They’ll find you cut up into little pieces like shawarma

[Hook: Sample Scratches]
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y’all
Masked up like Mardi Gras
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
Droppin' off your body parts so your mommy saw