Ill Bill - Open Mic Surgery lyrics

[Verse 1: Possessed] Lock your doors I'm rotten to the horror core Valkyries clean up after my dogs of war Won't be pigeon-holed I'm a bird of prey Put me a category I'll put you in a early grave Lucifer reject Shoulders are stumps from where I used to have three heads (Possessed) there can only be one Before my soul reach hell, scatter my ashes over the sun Not holding my tongue, I say what I feel I'm the hand that rocks the cradle of filth I don't wanna live life The suicidal sword swallower, slitting my throat from the inside Open my windpipe Corpses rise from the grave when my names spoken at midnight Inflict indescribable pain Don't drink drive, drink Strychnine and pilot a plane [Verse 2: DarkStar] Down for survival, left at the ‘Hour of Reprisal' My verse coerce worse than the power of the Bible The game changed I stay raw Spitting chainsaws configuring bars like I'm rigging Claymores We ain't singing or dancing Kids in my camp is a fam more satanic than Manson American, my partner in Canada lampin' Watch your eye contact or get slammed with the hammer for glancing The Last be a savage beast Any rapper in the path of me is actually a casualty Have pity for cats that have to battle me Cause catastrophe, naturally never will my disaster cease I dispatch beef Frank Castley Ninety nine and a half percent of rap is a** to me [Y'all s**] Psiklone Possessed Skirmish & Billy Idol Plus Last conceal rifles spill ya vitals [Verse 3: Psiklone] I keep my eyes peeled with hunting knives My voice alone provokes stone gargoyles to come to life Gave nightmares spitting Lucifer lullabies Tried a hundred times but can't seem to f**ing die Run and hide When disaster strikes, the whole worlds looking at me like Busta Rhymes Turn the London eye colour blind Muscles thrive off natural steroids in my blood supply Psiklone a sick psycho Drink and spit nitro and sprint so quick I switch time zones Bury my landlords under the floor When lightning strikes I hit back with double the force d**h sentences riddled with wise words Like the titanic you've only touched the tip of the ice berg Grab minotaurs by the horns I'm a higher force and I learnt to fly before I could walk [Verse 4: Skirmish] Break your bones with built in bra** knuckles N.O.S cylinders inside my legs as calf muscles Sprint against an avalanche Souls expire, exposed to the smokeless fire of this dragon's wrath Tarot cards, dealt d**h in every pack Thought in my mind racing completing memory lapse Would suffocate to d**h if I swallowed my pride My heart attacks in battles between body and mind The earth rumbles and quakes at my coming of age An appetite for destruction stepping up to the plate (My) Skins senseless to cigarette burns Coz I'm charged on an overdose of Nilapat herbs *Inhale* I love the smell of d**h in the air In the midst of war holding my severed head by the hair I'm never level headed, an unbalanced mind That sent my pulsating heart and dead roses to my valentine [Verse 5: Ill Bill] A cannibalistic orgy of words born to torture the earth Thought's are berserk, cauldron's will burst The bubble, cursed for trouble danger misfortune My words resemble the strangeness of Chris Walken We just talking, conversations with God Shout at the devil thousands of rebel martyrs a**emble Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic Better yet catch me with Snoop drinking Tanqueray Listening to Cuban Linx 2 in the lab with Rae “The Hour of Reprisal” gave me cash and fame Next stop homie - you'll catch me in the lab with Dre I had Premo on my album; had Muggs on my album Had models from Brazil chopping up d** on my album This is Ill Billy Crystal, the kid with the frown Spitting it loud get outta my way I'ma piss in the crowd