Tales from the Darkside

[Intro: ILL BILL]
Listen! Oh!

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Orgasm and spit, the masters of the sick
The assassins of the clique in the passionate abyss
Everybody got shooter dudes moped
Blow off your head, scooter goon
Shoot you through the moonroof of a Subaru
Groupies are fly, Uzi's are primed
Twist your wig like the Guggenheim or roofies in wine
Peruvian group of birds quick to shoot you first
My personal Lucifers, a trillion ways to die, which would you prefer?
Suicidals get defenestrated Satanism
Put that in your pipe and smoke it up like Jamaica-ism
For the sake of my fam, I do evil things
Turn to the dark side, turn into a evil king
All the while, the Grim Reaper laugh in the shadows
With a sawed-off and two hollow shells in the barrel
Fuck around with me, you better have good karma
They’ll find you cut up into little pieces like shawarma

[Hook: Sample Scratches]
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y’all
Masked up like Mardi Gras
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
Droppin' off your body parts so your mommy saw

[Verse 2: Snak the Ripper]
I stay slick like puke on the floor
Smile and wave to the camera while I'm lootin' the store
C-Lance chopping samples up to loop and record
Some more premium deluxe shit that you can afford
This shit's terrific, more horrific than crash scenes
Every verse so prolific, shit too sick for your vaccines
Stealth Bomb Records keep it running like track teams
We really in these streets like hookers and crack fiends
My shit’s too real to think that they could relate
Yo my movements is like chess so I don’t make a mistake
If we talking 'bout getting baked, then I’m taking the cake
Smoke a pound at the same time you blazin' an eighth
I'm from a different dimension where nothing's the same
Come from the destruction and flames, so I’m fucked in the brain
I'm Deebo in my city, rappers tuck in their chain
We ain't playing anymore, bitch, enough of the games, fuck you

[Hook: Sample Scratches]
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
Masked up like Mardi Gras
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
I prolly body y'all
Droppin' off your body parts so your mommy saw

[Outro]
Steer this ship through the storm, it murder porn
I'm not the one you should be underestimatin'
Murder like slow and rapid flow
Hazardous for your health, Hell's the next stop
Words get sharper, skies turn darker
The poison I spit, there'll never be an antidote
Dealin' cracks and go bananas like a primate