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Murdered - ILL BILL (Ft. Crooked I)
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Murdered - ILL BILL (Ft. Crooked I)
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Sucker stepped up and got murdered

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

The architect before the hour begins
I bring storm to your valley of death
Without fear with my pistol up to your head
Your life is an illusion, a mirage, and a perversion
Of God, orgies and morbid sorcery shall arise
From the Judas Priest, the altar of madness
Join us at the darkest Sabbath
Pick hollowtips, harvest Magnums
My crops is Glocks, farmer tan’s tropical
My arms are black metal with threaded barrels and chopper screws
Electric skull up in the wall of voodoo
Felt like clips based all upon call of ktulu
A real dude AKA Bill Duke, I kill crews
Big goons homie shoot up the casket, we fill tombs
Make shit move, twist truth, never will lose
Pull out the big Uz, let the clips cruise
Every word I speak causes explosions
I torture soldiers, hearts frozen
AR-15s and roses, stiffening decomposing
You got murdered
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