Ill Bill
Ill Bill - Dope Fiend '94 songtekst
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[Verse 1] Let me get that needle, pass it, When it comes to the get high, baby I'm a junky bastard The fastest, so I'm a flow exempt me Let me get a dozen bagels and a ??? Now please arrest me, officer, 'Cause I started lookin' in the Nautica Polo, Tommy Hillfiger sweater Mr. Woody Harrilson couldn't do no better I'm Natural Born to the motherfuckin' letter For pleasure, I dig out your brain like treasure Take your blood pressure, examine, measure Discover, twenty years ago I fucked your mother I'm a born junky, I'll never recover [Chorus x2] Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend, Kid I got's to have it Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to the get high, Baby I'm a junky bastard [Verse 2] I be gettin' voodoo raw like Greek sex I'm searchin' for six chicks wit' sloppy tits hangin' off their chests Fuck kickin' flavor in your ear, I'd rather kick you in your fuckin' cunt, then rip off your brassiere I'm here, Mr. I-double-L-B, A-double-L, puffin' on a nick a crack in my jail-cell They pay me well for my services When I murder kids, I orgasm Then I get rid of the evidence Left up on the scene of the crime I spit back inside of my mouth when I rhyme Bloody, little punk ass, rudy-dudy Let me get your crack-rock and all your money Sonny, I'm a fuckin' sicky I'm a six-inch it in then toss you in the lake like Ricki Illin' like a handy-capped spaz Peep the soup-bass, rippin' out the frame of your ass [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] Walkin' through the rain, I saw you You were holdin' hands, I'm startin' to feel like Orange Juice Jones I don't really care if you just returned your glasses I'm a take a butcher knife to your sorry asses (?) Stop fantasizing about pizza-pies wit' (?) Body parts n shit, get your fuckin' throat slit 'Cause I'm a modern crazy guy, you're all gonna die So why even bother actin' fly on the plane to Chicago Call Hertz rent a rental car Think your crazy 'cause you got a scar Think again, I'll cut you again I'm a put that doody-casserole inside of your mother's oven [Chorus x2]