Electronic Funeral
(专辑: Masters Of The Dark Arts - 2012)
[Sean Price:] Jump on the
song, no doubt Heard who was on the
song with me, no doubt Fuck subliminals, very direct what Side of the
neck stuff just get you neck cut Show me respect, duck, break your beak off Make your week end, you need a
week off Nigga you cheese sauce, pretzels a
combo Two-piece your face where the
fuck did your moms go? Sniffing the
pablo, gripping the
large 'four Run up on your ride and fuck up your car show P, the
four pop your Starter cap Keep eating swine, you gonna catch a
heart attack So miss me with the
fly shit I
kill you, this verse gonna get me indicted You outdated out the
loop Ill Billy Bill kicked me out the
group, chea' Never give the
God 'caine I
will sniff my head off, I
am Ichabod Crane, P! [Ill Bill:] I
make music for goons with bricks and big Cuban links And been wore Hilfiger velours before Puba did Ruger spit like a
blast beat, you could get your ass beat Ask E, I
was abusive before Fat Beats Before Non Phixion existed I
fisted your sister Then twisted the
pistol up her pussy until it blistered Never mistake knowledge for wisdom Knowledge will help you make a
couple dollars, but wisdom will help you make millions God is my shotgun, my sword is my shepherd Music's a
rewarding obsession, keep the
audience guessing Stay a
step ahead of the
rest of these followers and swallowers We are the
future like Nostradamus, it's ominous We the
least likely to not survive We the
most likely of all to put a
cock in your wives We the
personification of murder for fun The
black flag with the
white skull and the
guns [Slaine:] I
ain't got time for the
bullshit and the
rumours upon us I'm death in the
biblical form slays the
human persona My name's carried through the
ages, goons and piranhas That loom in the
corners and doom with my subhuman subconscious In the
face of a
federation you presume as a
monster I'm the
birth of an nature from earth whose womb is enormous Live my lives in the
night skies, my tomb is a
forest This in demand, all my lyrics, sing in tune with the
chorus In Roman times you might have knew me as Horace Now I
rep the
Coka leaf and I
design it like Peruvian florists Got movies for all us, smokes for criminals and alcoholics They peep the
blueprint and they see I
pulled it out of all this My brother's my keeper, my keeper's my eyes My family's my future, you past is full of secrets and lies Jealousy's a
wolf, he creeps like a
sheep in disguise A
wise man sees it all and keeps his piece of the
pie