Fender Rhodes Suicide

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Circle of Tyrants - Rap, Hip-Hop

Fender Rhodes Suicide

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[Verse 1: ILL BILL] The chariots of Satan, bare skins, black horses, and swords Bloodthirsty dogs of war with big Revolvers galore We from Glenwood Projects with egos the size of cathedrals Goon flicks, white dudes with afros that's wild like Knievel Don't eat the brown acid, she-devils in bellbottoms dancing Hippie bitches surround Manson, underground anthems Of mainstream massacre, Sharon Tate stomach lacerator Fetus remover, dripping like Eazy-E's activator Like Mitch Green, my words of intrigue, are sharp enough to make Your wrist bleed; and make even the hottest bitch fiend And blow dick; we so sick, we holding control of your life In a chrome clip, I blow up your whole shit We the most focused, like Mark Storace from Krokus You're over with, hit you with flying exploding fists My flying razors and guillotines hoping you quit Draining what's left of your soul till you no longer exist [Hook: Necro x2] Gangster guitar, 70's dust shit, pump this Stick a needle in, catch a fix, saxophone and trumpets Bop to the ride, Fender Rhodes suicide [Verse 2: Goretex] Electric Funeral, doing bong hits with Iommi I'm smoked out, zonked, like chrome, till my eyes are all foamy El Camino with the dubs, coke plates for the homies Darkthrone holding it down, I spit a round for the cronies I'm the king of the park, with the booze and bombs taped to my suit You're a violent femme, a pussy still unable to douche All these Oxys got me hopped up on making the shoot What I do to your face, you make it seem my arm is the truth This is my war like Black Flag's, zipped up in the black bag Pissing on models' pussies, just look at what the cat dragged Pentagram behind her ear, big tits with a little sag Young wizard rocking the Hand of Doom with a little skag My project dwarves with masks in the paper bag Buck-fifty turkey and Swiss, two for you and your man Prime deli, oozing out your skull like jelly My goons are a threat to the world, we bury you in your Bentley [Hook: Necro x2]

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Credits

Writers
  • Lord Goat
  • ILL BILL
  • Necro