Chasing The Dragon (What's Wrong With Bill? 2004)

Текст песни Ill Bill and Necro - Chasing The Dragon (What's Wrong With Bill? 2004)

[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2
Stronger than morphine
Crazier than crack cocaine
Heavier than heroin dancing in your veins
Chasing The Dragon
Dancing on your grave
Lace you with bangers
Necro and ILL motherfucking Bill
Lace you with madness

[Verse 1: Necro]
The Satanic Mephisto rap
Aristocrat of butchery
Malevolent monarch of murder just kicking back
Lounging, the four-pound packing scoundrel
Gore hound clapping your counsel
Wrapping you up, surround your grill with bandages
Strapping you up, tie you up, deny you of freedom
Mummify you of credence
The majestic dressed sick black gear baggy
Pessimistic blessed it, react with fear when you see the Maggy
Brutality part 1 mentality, arsenic
Lyrical sarcophagus like Metallica with Cliff
Black Mass Lucifer acid casket, back draft flame rap
Hit the crack pipe glass, blast it
An alien from another dimension
Experiencing tension with very serious blood drenching henchman
Mysterious, mystical, magical, miraculous
Some furious typical animals attack you for your shit
[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2

[Verse 2: ILL Bill]
A murderous brain, the mind of a surgeon turned insane
We swoop down like vultures or birds of prey
Burn your veins, like heroin, my words are grey
They call me ILL cause I'm sicker than the germs in AIDS
Young Vader, if my gun ain't it your mouth, keep it shut, hater
Take it down a notch, homie, be a thug later
Not here, take it elsewhere
They'll find your legs and arms in a month
They'll find your head next year
A masterpiece, cop-killer, blast police
Laughing at an NYPD catastrophe
Lift you off your fucking feet like a tractor beam
I'm selling rap to teens like crack to fiends
Only after you lose everything
Is when you're free to do anything that you want
And I'm a take it in blood
I'll feed you a feast of middle fingers and fuck you's
Fuck off, faggot, put my foot in your face, follow through

[Chorus: ILL Bill] x2

[Verse 3: Necro]
You'll catch a belligerent bludgeoning
By the metaphysical technician of execution
We'll cut your spleen
Surgically cutting your brain purposely
Nervously, lobotomy, fucking insane circuitry
Hip-hop autopsy rap
Cadaverous, the maverick of gun popping
I'm on a not having it kick
Entrepreneur gore rep it
Tepic like a septic schizo
I'm a sicko technically perfected
[Verse 4: ILL Bill]
It's type hard trying a blow up in the NYC
I won't stop until Jordan's rocking ILL Bills on his feet
The first fifteen minutes a Saving Private Ryan
How I fire iron
Run up on you shooting and start a riot
I'm like John Leslie in his prime, emptying nines
Felony crimes are designed by the deadliest minds
A powerful weapon
My words sharp enough to leave audiences of thousands headless
Murder from out the mouth of legends

[Chorus: ILL Bill] x