Ill Bill Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Run for Your Life '94 Lyrics

[Ill Bill]

 I'm coming out from inside the walls like asbestos

 A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most expected

 I yank kids on there own bloods when the monster

 I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counsellors

 I'm analyzing bio-rhythms, leaving my victims with incisions

 My sensory sees catastrophic visions

 Over the image of Jehovah I burn sulphur

 In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer

 Then I twist facial be just like Rocky Dennis, when I menace

 It's horrendous, my bloody appetite's tremendous

 Enormous, watch the metamorphosis, stickin' snitches through orifices

 Remorseless on my thoughts, when I catch a corpse

 I navel in the arts that are not permitted

 Leaving carcasses after carcass, maggots within regardless

 I'm a psychopathologist, pathologically I'd exist

 Infamous, run with the twist

 

 [Chorus: repeat 16X]

 Run for your life

 

 [Ill Bill]

 Reports provided by department of forensics

 Reveal nothing but innocent of murder on this premises

 The only evidence being the body

 No fingerprints or murder weapons located

 But still they follow me

 Constantly I'm under surveillance

 Numerous, federal agencies provide the whole policestep interference

 So now there's all types of pigs bleeding haemoglobins

 Left in my tees are frozen solid from the head to the toes and

 Pieces of people I take and then I reanimate

 Beyond the gates I can see the bloody face of Sharon Tate

 I make you submit when I dominate

 Nothing you could ever do to restrain my campaign of hate

 I measure my pleasure by the amount of pain

 I inflict you in your torture, officer I make you suffer

 So listen

 I'm giving you five minutes to flee

 Here's a butcher knife

 Motherfucker, run for your life!

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Ill Bill]

 I vaccinate sockets with lip bloods, like if I was to flip once

 I snag a body bag them dirty fucking cunts

 Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular - look around

 Shits getting uglier and uglier

 Spinning' within my hyper-barrack chamber

 Nothing short of a bloody rusty razor

 fingerprint that could stop my behaviour

 Generally, and federally

 Etcetera, etcetera, shooting Storm Troopers like dead era

 I emphasize like emphysema

 Every word I speak creeps up in your bloodstream like Leukaemia

 I instigate mutilation

 Under federal investigation escaping police stations

 Taking all types of narcotics made to enhance my optics

 I'm lacking consciousness when I pump acid trips

 And want to kill the pigs (mumbling)

 I'm lacking consciousness to let the razor rip open my wrist

 

 [Chorus]