Ill Bill "Run for Your Life '94" |
[Ill Bill] I'm coming out from inside the walls like asbestos A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most expected I yank kids on there own bloods when the monster I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counsellors I'm analyzing bio-rhythms, leaving my victims with incisions My sensory sees catastrophic visions Over the image of Jehovah I burn sulphur In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer Then I twist facial be just like Rocky Dennis, when I menace It's horrendous, my bloody appetite's tremendous Enormous, watch the metamorphosis, stickin' snitches through orifices Remorseless on my thoughts, when I catch a corpse I navel in the arts that are not permitted Leaving carcasses after carcass, maggots within regardless I'm a psychopathologist, pathologically I'd exist Infamous, run with the twist [Chorus: repeat 16X] Run for your life [Ill Bill] Reports provided by department of forensics Reveal nothing but innocent of murder on this premises The only evidence being the body No fingerprints or murder weapons located But still they follow me Constantly I'm under surveillance Numerous, federal agencies provide the whole policestep interference So now there's all types of pigs bleeding haemoglobins Left in my tees are frozen solid from the head to the toes and Pieces of people I take and then I reanimate Beyond the gates I can see the bloody face of Sharon Tate I make you submit when I dominate Nothing you could ever do to restrain my campaign of hate I measure my pleasure by the amount of pain I inflict you in your torture, officer I make you suffer So listen I'm giving you five minutes to flee Here's a butcher knife Motherfucker, run for your life! [Chorus] [Ill Bill] I vaccinate sockets with lip bloods, like if I was to flip once I snag a body bag them dirty fucking cunts Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular - look around Shits getting uglier and uglier Spinning' within my hyper-barrack chamber Nothing short of a bloody rusty razor fingerprint that could stop my behaviour Generally, and federally Etcetera, etcetera, shooting Storm Troopers like dead era I emphasize like emphysema Every word I speak creeps up in your bloodstream like Leukaemia I instigate mutilation Under federal investigation escaping police stations Taking all types of narcotics made to enhance my optics I'm lacking consciousness when I pump acid trips And want to kill the pigs (mumbling) I'm lacking consciousness to let the razor rip open my wrist [Chorus] Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |