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アーティスト:Ill Bill 

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[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 scraped into his scalp We don’t like none of y’all at all My fuck your mother in the mouth type of dawgs might write this song Triple X bitches 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 motherfucking head to it Learn ships, live fast lives and spit flames then burn bitches 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 porn I be the chosen like Robby Benson beyond comprehension Holding a toaster like Bronson in Death Wish [Chorus x 2] Black metal, I cock 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 fuck chicken heads man that Santeria shit is fucking 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 Hell They got the Devil chasing me trying to give me life without bail I drink spirits and smoke form for medicine


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