Ill Bill Lyrics

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Murder '93 Lyrics

MURDER, MURDER, MURDER

 KILL, KILL, KILL

 murder, murder hehehehe, murder

 

 MURDER, MURDER, MURDER

 KILL, KILL, KILL

 "At first I harass them, then I murder them" (X 2)

 

 Last night a bitch bust my crib and found a carcass

 Tried to press charges

 But I walked free regardless

 Like, Tony Montana

 My trigger finger got stamina

 You mess around and I'll BLAM BLAM in ya

 Ramming your body parts down the cindering slots

 I'm chopping your off then drop your pieces off a rooftop

 Re-animator

 Creator of the murder data

 The Terminator

 I murder, then I see you later

 Living dead, stomping the streets of Brooklyn like a zombie

 I come to eat your brain like a piece of salami

 Contaminate you like a biohazard

 Because I'm a sick bastard

 2000 maniacs call me master

 And they obey everything I say, no question

 Suicide, plus more confession maintain aggression

 Mr. Ill Bill brings your body to the blood feast

 I'm the piece of corps condemned great tooled priest

 Bodies, on top of bodies I instigate mutilation

 Under federal investigations

 Kathy Pears disappeared like all the children

 2000 maniacs locked in my building

 

 [Chorus X 2]

 

 I get hyper with a butcher knife and a hash pipe

 But pack with parts all my brain cells apart

 Assorted body parts I'm starting to stab and chop up

 Cover the floor with plasma, then I mop up

 Unless I get dressed to kill when I spill

 you guts,

 Ill Bill the butcher ghost doesn't do manorial

 Chop chop then pop, with the glock

 go get my clip, then flip and pop pop pop pop

 goes my gat

 I'm flipping psychopathic spastic drastic

 nuclear plastic putting people to caskets

 All of a sacrifice

 I'm gentle like Charles Manson

 Crematoria people sleeps in a glancing

 Ashes burnt, ?-----?

 undead, humanoid end of the sent a laving

 Like leukaemia, fights chemo therapy

 The brain cancer, extravaganza

 directs me, infects me

 condemns me to the Brooklyn floors

 Like price my pounce are stripes two heads like spikes

 make nice, nice since I got a nadge to grind

 I blind kids by poking out their eyes with my knifes

 So, die, die, die, drop dead, die

 you painted my face, popsicles to my brain

 Bronchitis, septic virus, verbal colitis

 bottom strides

 girls get on top of guys

 beyond the graves, slash in a bloodbath

 Bubble, bubble toys bring trouble

 zombies arrive, and you'll all be adopted

 strapped with gats so - step - BACK

 

 [Chorus]

 

 I been twisting fresh hits and grotesque torsions

 I use a chainsaw, when I'm performing an abortion

 I stack up bodies so back up , before I make my hatchet hack up,

 and use your lifeblood's to grease the track up

 I grab you then I stab you in the skull with a scalpel

 Make your brain madder flatter and some part of rather doubtful

 Blood everywhere and your hardly even breathing

 I kick you to the face and make the flat line even

 there's no tomorrow I'm the hardest stir of sorrow

 Beyond the gates and wait backwards like Bizarro

 Bizarre, strange, got maggots in my brains

 Faggots roll down the hill and burn, burn in the FLAMES

 

 [Chorus X2]