Lock your doors, I’m rotten to the horrorcore
Valkeryes clean up after my dogs of war
Won’t be pigeonholed, I'm a bird of prey
Put me in a category, I'll put you in an early grave
Lucifer's rejects, shoulders are stumps
From where I used to have three heads
There can only be one
Before my soul reach Hell scatter my ashes over the Sun
Not holding my tongue, I say what I feel
I'm the hand that rocks the cradle of filth
I don't want to live life suicidal
Sword swallower slitting my throat from the inside open my windpipe
Corpses rise from the grave where my name spoken at midnight
Inflict indescribable pain, don't drink drive
Drink strychnine and pilot a plane

There for survival, left at the hour of reprisal
My verse coerce worse than the power of the Bible
The game changed, I stayed raw spitting chainsaws
Configuring bullets like I'm gripping claymores
We ain't singing and dancing
Kids in my camp is a fan more satanic than Manson
American a partner of Canada lamping
Watch your eye contact or get slammed with the hammers for glancing
The last be a savage beats
Any rappers in the path of me is actually a casualty
Have pity for cats have to battle me
Cause catastrophe naturally never will my disaster cease
I dispatch beef Frank Castley 99 and half percent of rap is after me
Psiklone, Possessed, Skirmish, and Billy Idol
Plus ? conceal rifles and spill your vitals

I keep my eyes peeled with hunting knives
My voice alone provoke stone gargoyles to come to life
These nightmares spitting Lucifer lullabies
Tried a hundred times but caused him to fucking die
Run and hide when disaster strikes
The whole world's looking at me like Busta Rhymes
Turn the London eye colour blind, muscles ? natural steroids in my blood supply
Psiklone the sick psycho drink and spit nitro
And sprint so quick I switch timezones
Bury my landlords under the floor
When lightning strikes I hit back with double the force
Death sentences written in wise words
Like the Titanic, you've only touched the tip of the iceberg
Grab Matadors by the horns I'm a higher force
and I learned to fly with ??

Break your bones in with brass knuckles
My cylinders inside my legs is calf muscles
Sprint against an avalanche, souls expire
Exposed to the smoke is fire ?
Tarot card dealt death in every path
And my mind race and completing memory lapse
Would suffocate to death if I slaughtered my prey
My heart attacks and battles are too bloody to name
The earth crumbles and shakes at my coming invasion
Appetite for destruction stepping up to the plate
Skin senseless to cigarette burns
Cause I'm charged on an overdose ? herbs
I love the smell of death in the air
In the midst of war holding my severed head by the hair
I'm never level-headed, an unbalanced mind
I sent my heart and dead roses to my valentine

[Ill Bill]
Witness an orgy of words fall and torture the earth
Thoughts are berserk lost in a verse causes to burst your bubble
Cursed for trouble, danger, misfortune
My words resemble the strangeness of Chris Walken
We just talking, conversations with God
Shout at the Devil, thousands of rebel martyrs assemble
Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it
Drink vodka straight out of the bottle then puff chronic
Better yet catch me with Snoop, Trick, and Tangeruay
Listen to Cuban Linx 2 in the lab with Rae
The Hour of Reprisal gave me cash and fame
Next stop homie you catch me in the lab with Dre
I have Primo on my album, have Muggs on my album
Have models from Brazil chopping up drugs on my album
This is Ill Billy Chrystal, the kid with the frown spitting it loud
Get out of my way I'mma piss in the crowd

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