ILL BILL - Run for Your Life '94 lyrics

[Ill Bill]

I'm coming out from inside the walls like asbestos

A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most expected

I yank kids on there own bloods when the monster

I'm a monster, responsible for missing camp counsellors

I'm analyzing bio-rhythms, leaving my victims with incisions

My sensory sees catastrophic visions

Over the image of Jehovah I burn sulphur

In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer

Then I twist facial be just like Rocky Dennis, when I menace

It's horrendous, my bloody appetite's tremendous

Enormous, watch the metamorphosis, stickin' snitches through orifices

Remorseless on my thoughts, when I catch a corpse

I navel in the arts that are not permitted

Leaving carcasses after carcass, maggots within regardless

I'm a psychopathologist, pathologically I'd exist

Infamous, run with the twist

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Run for your life

[Ill Bill]

Reports provided by department of forensics

Reveal nothing but innocent of murder on this premises

The only evidence being the body

No fingerprints or murder weapons located

But still they follow me

Constantly I'm under surveillance

Numerous, federal agencies provide the whole policestep interference

So now there's all types of pigs bleeding haemoglobins

Left in my tees are frozen solid from the head to the toes and

Pieces of people I take and then I reanimate

Beyond the gates I can see the bloody face of Sharon Tate

I make you submit when I dominate

Nothing you could ever do to restrain my campaign of hate

I measure my pleasure by the amount of pain

I inflict you in your torture, officer I make you suffer

So listen

I'm giving you five minutes to flee

Here's a butcher knife

Motherfucker, run for your life!

[Chorus]

[Ill Bill]

I vaccinate sockets with lip bloods, like if I was to flip once

I snag a body bag them dirty fucking cunts

Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular - look around

Shits getting uglier and uglier

Spinning' within my hyper-barrack chamber

Nothing short of a bloody rusty razor

fingerprint that could stop my behaviour

Generally, and federally

Etcetera, etcetera, shooting Storm Troopers like dead era

I emphasize like emphysema

Every word I speak creeps up in your bloodstream like Leukaemia

I instigate mutilation

Under federal investigation escaping police stations

Taking all types of narcotics made to enhance my optics

I'm lacking consciousness when I pump acid trips

And want to kill the pigs (mumbling)

I'm lacking consciousness to let the razor rip open my wrist

[Chorus]