Your Dead ILL BILL
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(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 didn't 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 bullshit 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
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 didn't 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 bullshit 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
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