Black Metal

Lyrics

[Verse 1: ILL BILL] I spit on behalf of my death cult, made of millions of morbid angels Standing in a burning church in Norway lost in hatred Of course Satan smiles through the face of a child Who's born with the number of the Devil scraped into his scalp We don't like none of y'all at all My 'Fuck your mother in the mouth' type of dawgs might write this song Triple X bitches call me and invite me home They run up on me on the street and then invite me dome I spit the truth for the youth movement, it's goon music Engineered to make you bang your motherfucking head to it Earn chips, live fast lives and spit flames Then burn bitches with crackpipes like Rick James ILL BILL, I'm from Brooklyn where the stars are born I make drug music plus I be involved in porn I be the chosen like Robby Benson, beyond comprehension Holding a toaster like Bronson in Death Wish [Chorus: ILL BILL] Black metal, I cock back react thorough En la botánica con el santero Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil Black metal, I cock back react thorough En la botánica con el santero Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] I know a Babalawo, who cuts chicken heads I fuck chicken heads, man, that Santeria shit is fucking wild I'm feeling like my time running out I'm the middle of the block, guns drawn when they gun it down I break speed limits on the Highway to Hell They got the Devil chasing me trying to give me life without bail I drink spirits and smoke form for medicine And inhale elements of sickle cell You can catch me in the hood like VD That Sixth Side Street shit, homes, and we ain't deal with the PD The most hated, on the block with no greatest Crash through the storm and attack the storm raiders I shoot the shit with Shaman, my spirit is still starving Imagine all the shit that my soul famine is causing Knife-carving nine on the psychos at night swarming I fight to be righteous but the murder is more calm [Chorus: ILL BILL] Black metal, I cock back react thorough En la botánica con el santero Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil Black metal, I cock back react thorough En la botánica con el santero Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil [Verse 3: Q-Unique] I been forced to fulfill a dark and hateful agarro And was born the son of a Satan santero Burn black candles for a black Sabbath After the fact the priest converted her to a crack addict It's flat madness with black gats and black magic Sit and watch the Faces of Death and laugh at it With two white pale goth bitches lost in an orgy And you too could subscribe for the cost of a forty I got the blood of the faceless Pagans on me A sacred place praying to raise a Haitians army The Babalawo wolf from Brooklyn in all white White fitted, white Nikes, moving that pure white all night Make a bruja scream chango and fuck their brains out Your ice crucifix won't save you, tuck your chains now Between Heaven and Hell, pa' arriba y pa' abajo Knowing the Devil itself vamos pa'l carajo [Chorus: ILL BILL] Black metal, I cock back react thorough En la botánica con el santero Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil Black metal, I cock back react thorough En la botánica con el santero Black mask, white robe, shrouded in peril Trapped me in the war between God and the Devil