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The 3 Wise Men

アーティスト:Ill Bill  アルバム:Black Metal 

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(Verse 1: Ill Bill) I never liked Imus, always thought he was a dickhead The media want to try to censor my lyrics instead I'd be a fucking idiot if my lyrics didn't reflect The pain caused by a world by a business of death Blowjob from your mother and wife at the same time Sit back, recline with my cocaine rhymes Heroin beats, let the rhythm hit him, terrible heat Relentlessly, effortlessly hit them Street villainess, we the chosen of man now get in the van I get it cookin' like meth in a pan Tie your arm up with a belt and inject in a scab Round trip to the drug spot set in a cab Rolling Stone concert flicks, thousand dollar chips Model chicks with Katana tits and hypnotic hips Get sprayed at your table at the Babylon club Left dazed, mangled, disabled, and splattered in blood (Verse 2: O.C.) Me and Bill are both martyrs Flows so similar to Harvard books inside libraries One step beyond smarter Cajun hot, we throw it up like a half-court lob Into the quarter when the shot clock does 'em So sick, fuck around, become a victim Don't blame me, young cats put themselves in this position You're facing a dilemma There's no telling when you might end up face off with a nutcase and a sinner


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