Murder ’93 ILL BILL
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[Chorus]
"Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill!"
"Murder, murder, *laughs* murder"
"Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill!"
"Feeling troop harassment then I murder" (2X)
[Verse 1]
Last night pigs rushed my crib and found a carcass
Tried to press charges
But I walk free regardless
Like Tony Montana
My trigger finger got stamina
You mess around and I'll BLAM BLAMIN ya
Ramming your body parts down incinerator slots
I'm chopping you up to dropping pieces off of rooftops
Re-animator
Creator of the murder data
The Terminator
I murder then I see you later
Live and dance, stalking the streets of Brooklyn like a zombie
I come to eat your brain like a piece of salami
Contaminate you like a biohazard
'Cause I'm a sick bastard
Two thousand maniacs call me master
And they obey everything I say no question
Suicide, before confession, maintain aggression
Mr. Ill Bill brings your body to the blood feast
I'm the beast that caused the death-rate to increase
Bodies on top of bodies
I instigate mutilation
Under federal investigation
Kathy Pear's disappeared like all the children
Two thousand maniacs locked in my building
"Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill!"
"Murder, murder, *laughs* murder"
"Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill!"
"Feeling troop harassment then I murder" (2X)
[Verse 1]
Last night pigs rushed my crib and found a carcass
Tried to press charges
But I walk free regardless
Like Tony Montana
My trigger finger got stamina
You mess around and I'll BLAM BLAMIN ya
Ramming your body parts down incinerator slots
I'm chopping you up to dropping pieces off of rooftops
Re-animator
Creator of the murder data
The Terminator
I murder then I see you later
Live and dance, stalking the streets of Brooklyn like a zombie
I come to eat your brain like a piece of salami
Contaminate you like a biohazard
'Cause I'm a sick bastard
Two thousand maniacs call me master
And they obey everything I say no question
Suicide, before confession, maintain aggression
Mr. Ill Bill brings your body to the blood feast
I'm the beast that caused the death-rate to increase
Bodies on top of bodies
I instigate mutilation
Under federal investigation
Kathy Pear's disappeared like all the children
Two thousand maniacs locked in my building
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