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(feat. Goretex) [Ill Bill] I be getting voodoo round like Greek sex I'm searching for six chicks with sloppy tits hanging off their chests Fuck kicking flavour in your ear, I'd rather kick you in your fucking cunt, then rip off your brassiere I'm here, Mr. I-double-L- B-I-double-L, Puffing on a nick a crack in my jail-cell They pay me well for my services When I murder kids, I orgasm Then I get rid of the evidence Left up on the scene of the crime I spit maggots out of my mouth when I rhyme Bloody, little punk ass, fuddy-duddy Let me get your crack-rock and all your money Sonny, I'm a fucking sicky I'll asphyxiate you then toss you in the lake like Ricki Illing like a handy-capped spaz Peep the Zoobaz, ripping' out the frame of your ass Can you dig it? Uhh, Peep the Zoobaz [x4] [Goretex] My lyrics spread nice over tits like calamine Urine into slime when I circumcise your spine SongtexteI swallow Hashish cuz I don't need to grief I chew vaginal beef with my Mackey and pull a goatee I got a sweet tooth for some DMS leaking I'm seeking the bloody tushy of a Puerto Rican I'm getting iller than this here Jones when I'm stoned I'm banging women with nipples like fucking street cones I'll leave NYPD blue, I'll asphyxia you too My crew attacks like a pack of crazed Jews I'm showing Michaels with the hot rod I'm ready My aim is steady, point blank with my vainly machete Satanic soldier, mad pages like Janova From Brooklyn to Boulder a million jiffs be on my shoulder I'm all about gored smack, beer back and crack packs Snap jacks and anal tracks, god flesh I'm seeing blaaaaack Can you dig it? Uhh, Peep the Zoobaz [x8] Aus Songtexte Mania