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ill bill - junkies wit gunz '92 lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1 ill bill]
hop out the pot spot with the bag of sh+t
in my left hand, so you know the right is on my d+ck
and that’s when the dead man starts the f+cking mission
walk the path with the pathological mortician
more sick than hepatitis b complex
got glocks in stock so hold your tongue and check
a n+gga step up i pop a shot into his right socket
c+ck the glock again and then i fire his head like a rocket
the hollow tip slips through bones and brains
the body jerks and jumps ’cause the nerves maintain
i just distort ’em and toss them into post+mortem
my trigger finger does more work than micheal jordan
and f+ck a bulletproof vest, ’cause i bypass the chest
instead, i aim for your head
watch a n+gga drop like a sack of dogsh+t
a job well done so now it’s time to get the blunt l!cked
kick up my feet and think about my psychosis
the cannabis blasts my brain just like a four+fifth
i’m an example of a ‘gun toten bum,’ f+cked up on drugs
i’m a junkie wit the a gun

[chorus: ill bill]
“pistol packing, monkey drinkin’, no money bum”
junkie wit gunz kid, junkies wit gunz
“pistol packing, monkey drinkin’, no money bum”
dead celebrities are the junkies wit gunz
“pistol packing, monkey drinkin’, no money bum”
junkie wit gunz kid, junkies wit gunz
“pistol packing, monkey drinkin’, no money bum”
[verse 2 goretex]
it’s the motherf+cking rooten tooten junkie wit da gun
nine em nem the mission with two n+ggas on da run
two for the time, plus one for the trouble
i’m rhyming with the motherf+cking n+gga in da bubble
pistol packin’, plus your beats i’m jackin’
nuns i’m smackin’ and all those dead stunts i’m hackin’
a skee lo veteran about to go to war
the dead f+ck hardcore still in the sock drawer
tick tock… so eat my motherf+ckin’ c+ck
the tech jams forms into the ears of mr. spock
or my boy casey stangle, i’m sick like dr. mangle
our troops react and i k!ll at any angle
president j.f.k. i got your brain i’m scitzo franic
like mr. manson on night train
the musical mortician, lyrical magician
i got more fresh body parts than dahmer’s kitchen
i’m lookin’ for a new drug, the motherf+ckin’ new snicker
i love candy like cindy loves carena giver(?)
back to the funny farm vaping all the nuns
eat the doody(?) shoot i’m a junkie wit a gun

[chorus: goretex]
“pistol packing, monkey drinkin’, no money bum!”
junkie wit gunz kid, junkies wit gunz
“pistol packing, monkey drinkin’, no money bum!”
dead celebrities are junkies wit the gunz
“pistol packing, monkey drinkin’, no money bum!”
junkie wit gunz kid, junkies wit gunz
“pistol packing, monkey drinkin’, no money bum!”
+break down to slowly fading+

- ill bill lyrics

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