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letra de black metal - ill bill

verse 1]

i spit on behalf of my death cult made of millions of morbid angels
standing in a burning church in norway lost in hatred
of course satan smiles through the face of a child
whose born with the number of the devil scr-ped into his scalp
we don’t like none of y’all at all
my f-ck your mother in the mouth type of dawgs might write this song
triple x b-tches call me and invite me home
they run up on me on the street in then invite me dome
i spit the truth for the youth movement, it’s goon music
engineered to make you bang your motherf-cking head to it
learn ships, live fast lives and spit flames then burn b-tches with crackpipes like rick james
ill bill, i’m from brooklyn where the stars are born
i make drug music plus i be involved in p-rn
i be the chosen like robby benson beyond comprehension
holding a toaster like bronson in death wish

[hook x 2]

black metal, i c-ck back react thorough
in la botanica con el santero
black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril
trapped me in the war between god and the devil

[verse 2: sick jacken]

i know a babalawo who cuts chicken heads
i f-ck chicken heads man that santeria sh-t is f-cking wild
i’m feeling like my time running out
i’m the middle of the block guns drawn when they gun it down
i break speed limits on the highway to h-ll
they got the devil chasing me trying to give me life without bail
i drink spirits and smoke form for medicine
and inhale elements of sickle cell
you can catch me in the hood like vd
that sixth side street sh-t homes and we ain’t deal with the pd
the most hated on the block with no greatest
crash through the storm and attack the storm raiders
i shoot the sh-t with shaman, my spirit is still starving
imagine all the sh-t that my soul famine is causing
knife-carving nine on the psychos at night swarming
i fight to be righteous but the murder is more calm

[hook x 2]

[verse 3: q-unique]

i been forced to fulfill a dark and hateful agarro
and was born the son of a satan santero
burn black candles for a black sabbath
after the fact the priest converted her to a crack addict
it’s flat madness with black gats and black magic
sit and watch the death of faces and laugh at it
with two white pale goth b-tches lost in an orgy
and you too could subscribe for the cost of a forty
i got the blood of the faceless pagans on me
a sacred place praying to raise a haitians army
the babalawo wolf from brooklyn in all white
white fitted, white nikes, moving that pure white all night
make a bruha scream chango and f-ck their brains out
your ice crucifix won’t save you, tuck your chains now
between heaven and h-ll pa’ arriba y pa’ abajo
knowing the devil itself vamos pa’l carajo

[hook x 2]

- ill bill

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