Ill Bill - King Diamond lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Y'all should stop rhyming I'm a G, hardbody, I am not common This is destiny, it's not luck, it's not timing And Vinnie staying in the hood like he Top Ramen I ain't ready for the stage until my fourth quart I'm the definition of bully, a poor sport However you want it, we can do it on your court My sword'll cut your sh** in half like it's divorce court I have G in my blood cause my pops had it The straight left hits hard like it's Scott Travis I don't f** with anybody who is not savage The GSG-5 leave your block ravished I'm not sick, I control the disease I got Lamas but not the ones that Napoleon feeds Even the most protected soldier could bleed Me and you ain't nothing alike, we a whole different breed [Hook: Ill Bill] Yo, sawed-off or automatic, my aura cause static Traumatic anarchy volcanic is organic Heavy metal emperors, kings on the planet Bring who*es and Xanax, think more satanic X pills, Vicodins, OCs, powder Haze, OG kush, diesel and sour Dust, chews, lucies, turbans, and kufis Handguns, rocket launchers, shotguns, and UZIs [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Imported Italian leather sofas Valencia Shooters imported from Chechnya Put em underneath the dirt with the rest of ya The skull and crown on the sword, four pound on ya boy Cause entire crowds to applaud, ten thousand or more Can never be contained, lyrically deranged, clinically insane Critically acclaimed, I keep the industry afraid They've been super nervous ever since we escaped Goons with burners, destiny betrayed, refuse to lose or ever be a slave A picture's worth a thousand words but a symbol is worth a thousand pictures We never fully understood the symbol found in scriptures Swastikas spray-painted on the pyramids Sometimes I feel like we're just an experiment Gold fronted up top to bottoms, co*k the llamas Mossad, Osama, jihad, Obama, call me the Skull Head Like Four Horsemen combined in one warhead You f** around I'll detonate and leave you all dead [Hook: Ill Bill]