Ill Bill

Paul Baloff
(Verse) Disaster burst appetite The last massacre, fantastica, ambassador My castle's like Vlad Dracula's Back to blood, blast the snow, plastic gloves Laugh and love, my heart is pitch black Like a panther cub over cancer lung Call me acid tongue, hit hard like Black Sabbath drums Like an assassin does, big solids and massive guns Cooked in the mind, the first to blast and the last to run Look in my eyes, you think that Manson had a bastard son Cast decide, after dancing out a rancid cunt Thousand lines, got me frantic and crash aside a trance on drugs I shovel snow up to my dormant till my hands are numb Bundles of dope, I know my uncle would be after touch A smog is born of enormous horse and trashy slut Nasty acid junks happily jack me till I'm blast to come And stay swerving into murdering perversion Urgin when we inserted the subject in the virgin Cadaveric, maverick, savages, ravage the average Of Angela's family, the famish cannibal sandwiches After a funeral, turn terrible to beautiful Sever dudes for food ,several medical tools are suitable Horrible times, some will live, some will die Shoot out in the tomb found mummified Shoot out till it's summertime SongtextePop a crime, devils might drive by genocide Centibite, rebels strike hard like a metal pipe Bark like a kennel fight, sharp like a venom bite Dark like an ocean filled with sharks in the dead of night Levitate them right, everything God except the Christ Hella bricks like Kepry King rocking metal spikes Like Paul Baloff in studio 54 live Alternate be things told, VHS all time, Greatest pray, death can shoot the lama from the elbow Like James Heckfield produced the piranha demo. (Outro) Aus Songtexte Mania