Ill Bill - Dope Fiend lyrics

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Ill Bill - Dope Fiend lyrics

*(Verse 1)* Let me get that needle, pa** it, When it comes to the get high, baby I'm a junky ba*tard The fastest, so I'm a flow exempt me Let me get a dozen bagels and a??? Now please arrest me, officer, 'Cause I started lookin' in the Nautica Polo, Tommy Hillfiger sweater Mr. Woody Harrilson couldn't do no better I'm Natural Born to the motherf**in' letter For pleasure, I dig out your brain like treasure Take your blood pressure, examine, measure Discover, twenty years ago I f**ed your mother I'm a born junky, I'll never recover *(Chorus)* 2x Let me get that needle, pa** it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend, Kid I got's to have it Let me get that needle, pa** it, when it comes to the get high, Baby I'm a junky ba*tard *(Verse 2)* I be gettin' voodoo raw like Greek s** I'm searchin' for six chicks wit' sloppy tits hangin' off their chests f** kickin' flavor in your ear, I'd rather kick you in your f**in' c*nt, then rip off your bra**iere I'm here, Mr. I-double-L-B, A-double-L, puffin' on a nick a crack in my jail-cell They pay me well for my services When I murder kids, I orgasm Then I get rid of the evidence Left up on the scene of the crime I spit back inside of my mouth when I rhyme Bloody, little punk a**, rudy-dudy Let me get your crack-rock and all your money Sonny, I'm a f**in' sicky I'm a six-inch it in then toss you in the lake like Ricki Illin' like a handy-capped spaz Peep the soup-ba**, rippin' out the frame of your a** *(Chorus)* 2x *(Verse 3)* Walkin' through the rain, I saw you You were holdin' hands, I'm startin' to feel like Orange Juice Jones I don't really care if you just returned your gla**es I'm a take a butcher knife to your sorry a**es (?) Stop fantasizing about pizza-pies wit' (?) Body parts n sh**, get your f**in' throat slit 'Cause I'm a modern crazy guy, you're all gonna die So why even bother actin' fly on the plane to Chicago Call Hertz rent a rental car Think your crazy 'cause you got a scar Think again, I'll cut you again I'm a put that doody-ca**erole inside of your mother's oven *(Chorus)* 2x

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