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Текст песни Ill Bill - Murder `93

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MURDER, MURDER, MURDERKILL, KILL, KILLmurder, murder hehehehe, murderMURDER, MURDER, MURDERKILL, KILL, KILL"At first I harass them, then I murder them" (X 2)Last night a bitch bust my crib and found a carcassTried to press chargesBut I walked free regardlessLike, Tony MontanaMy trigger finger got staminaYou mess around and I`ll BLAM BLAM in yaRamming your body parts down the cindering slotsI`m chopping your off then drop your pieces off a rooftopRe-animatorCreator of the murder dataThe TerminatorI murder, then I see you laterLiving dead, stomping the streets of Brooklyn like a zombieI come to eat your brain like a piece of salamiContaminate you like a biohazardBecause I`m a sick bastard2000 maniacs call me masterAnd they obey everything I say, no questionSuicide, plus more confession maintain aggressionMr. Ill Bill brings your body to the blood feastI`m the piece of corps condemned great tooled priestBodies, on top of bodies I instigate mutilationUnder federal investigationsKathy Pears disappeared like all the children2000 maniacs locked in my building[Chorus X 2]I get hyper with a butcher knife and a hash pipeBut pack with parts all my brain cells apartAssorted body parts I`m starting to stab and chop upCover the floor with plasma, then I mop upUnless I get dressed to kill when I spillyou guts,Ill Bill the butcher ghost doesn`t do manorialChop chop then pop, with the glockgo get my clip, then flip and pop pop pop popgoes my gatI`m flipping psychopathic spastic drasticnuclear plastic putting people to casketsAll of a sacrificeI`m gentle like Charles MansonCrematoria people sleeps in a glancingAshes burnt, ?-----?undead, humanoid end of the sent a lavingLike leukaemia, fights chemo therapyThe brain cancer, extravaganzadirects me, infects mecondemns me to the Brooklyn floorsLike price my pounce are stripes two heads like spikesmake nice, nice since I got a nadge to grindI blind kids by poking out their eyes with my knifesSo, die, die, die, drop dead, dieyou painted my face, popsicles to my brainBronchitis, septic virus, verbal colitisbottom stridesgirls get on top of guysbeyond the graves, slash in a bloodbathBubble, bubble toys bring troublezombies arrive, and you`ll all be adoptedstrapped with gats so - step - BACK[Chorus]I been twisting fresh hits and grotesque torsionsI use a chainsaw, when I`m performing an abortionI stack up bodies so back up , before I make my hatchet hack up,and use your lifeblood`s to grease the track upI grab you then I stab you in the skull with a scalpelMake your brain madder flatter and some part of rather doubtfulBlood everywhere and your hardly even breathingI kick you to the face and make the flat line eventhere`s no tomorrow I`m the hardest stir of sorrowBeyond the gates and wait backwards like BizarroBizarre, strange, got maggots in my brainsFaggots roll down the hill and burn, burn in the FLAMES[Chorus X2]

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