I Need Help

Lyrics

[Intro: ILL BILL] Yes, La Coka mothafuckin' Nostra, I Need Help, yo, check it [Verse 1: ILL BILL] Down-trodden and rock bottom My mind's rotten, I'm a goblin With shotguns and Vodka I'm a problem White Devil caucasoid mutant Built to destroy humans FUCK love, give me guns, I enjoy shooting Columbine, chaos and fury, lyrics and mayhem Witches of Salem congregate on a mission for Satan Ancient recipes for treachery, the system is tainted Linked to destiny, the rest of me religion and hatred Rather be risen for flames than be driven insane Living in pain, my brain sizzling in the drizzling rain Whisper insane thoughts, echoes and loss Lepers and Whores, desperate remorse My epitaph is etched in the walls, I'm lost Between Green Hell and betrayal, we fail But if we social, well hopefully we'll prevail Compared to who I once was, I'm a shell Broken into so many pieces I fell I need some motherfuckin' help! [Hook] [Verse 2: Slaine] I'm like a lone wolf, hungry on a mission to feast Fixin' to eat, with the blood of sheep drippin' from teeth Parishionist priest, void of any Christian beliefs Pied piper with the power never skipping a beat One-eyed sniper in the tower with his grip on his heat Got the cure for a vile planet sick with the seed Reload and unload, empty out the clip and repeat A puzzle of a picture of war, missin' a piece Belligerent thoughts, cold-hearted, frigid and raw Visions of violent blizzards, rhythms, incisions and swords Misery's company, gun clappers give them applause Rivers of saliva slither where living is choice Snake tongue, with the Tyson lisp on the late great Young Sonny Liston with the same hunger that'd eat Pun In a staircase drinking straight rum With my face numb, trapped in this place I can't escape from [Hook] [Verse 3: Sick Jacken] I'm vicious with dope and the bitches that keep me from riches The drinking in ought? keeps me at war with the misses I'm doing my dirt solo and avoiding the witness You never know when rats will get all in your business We're paranoid in this world of straight menace, sick Guinness With that in a scene is straight tremendous See it through eyes as high as mine while people die That is why we've been shit the entire time Post-traumatic stress disorder gets the hood vets too Near death with no vests true Old cesspool black will F you out Of fresh jewels, tucked money and limp shoes We choose this, even civilians got hits Payback from way back like Arabs resist Got the itch to blow up this bitch for real In the post-war prank got glitched I need help! [Hook]