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ill bill - where hope goes to die lyrics

[verse 1: ill bill]
i shoot you out your body
perform the séance with a f-cking shotty
i wear a ski mask so that n0body identify me
grimy and grizzly, throw you to the pitbulls like a frisbee
then feed the pieces of you that they bring me
baby, your arm, leg, leg, arm, and your head
even god turned his back on you, homie, you’re dead
just a fragment of your former possibilities and aspirations
a casualty in the civil war of a gangster nation
my generals plot the death to millions
the media spread lies and cash checks for trillions
i organize crime: money and murder synchronized beyond time
i move mountain tops without trying
i move buildings like super villains
throw penthouses of people and fist-f-ck p-rno movie b-tches
like bangbrothers.com, got money in my palm
no love, no smiles, ain’t nothing funny, y’all

[chorus: everlast and ill bill]
i come from where hope goes to die
(where dreams get crushed and the bullets fly!)
i come from where hope goes to die
la c0ka nostra till i die!

[verse 2: everlast]
p-ck-rwood b-boy in the white man’s stance
where i come from, son, the wolves don’t dance
they stand with their fists and talk sh-t like this
y’all don’t want drama, y’all don’t want static
you fiend like crack addicts, comebacks automatic
got a deuce-deuce in my boot holding five
got a razor in the other one in case you survive
i rep the gaza strip, the hunger strike
cousin, bite on your lip, do what you like
we ain’t playing no games, you ain’t honky-honk
when the cats with the guns pop the trunks and dump
and the pistols thump and the bodies slump
going for jihad, can’t wait to see god
a child of the city so my att-tude is sh-tty
the livest type bomber out for pure drama
period, comma, p.s. f-ck your mamma

[chorus: everlast and ill bill]

[verse 3: slaine]
i’m the white guy who gave the whole rap game a black eye
f-ck your b-tch with a d-ck thicker than shaq’s thigh
you can’t nod off: this is a crack high
stab you in your f-cking face with a jack knife
i love b-tches who suck d-ck and half-dyk-
i’m just sick, i’ll beat your brain, doc, with a flashlight
a black maglite, you other rappers f-g-fight, we don’t battle
i have your family crawling out the bagpipes
and the preachers preach, pine box and the f-cking facial features fixed
whoops, i mean fixed, pushed don’t mean sh-t
when a dope fiend lean on a custom green whip
everlast, ill bill, slaine and d-boy
lethal, left cage, we got you p-noid
we b-boys who destroy on both coasts
tote toasts and sold c0ke with gold ropes

[chorus: everlast and ill bill]

- ill bill lyrics

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