Paul Baloff Lyrics - Singles - Ill Bill

(Verse) 

Disaster burst appetite 

The last massacre, fantastica, ambassador 

My castles like Vlad Draculas 

Back to blood, blast the snow, plastic gloves 

Laugh and love, my heart is pitch black 

Like a panther cub over cancer lung 

Call me acid tongue, hit hard like Black Sabbath drums 

Like an assassin does, big solids and massive guns 

Cooked in the mind, the first to blast and the last to run 

Look in my eyes, you think that Manson had a bastard son 

Cast decide, after dancing out a rancid cunt 

Thousand lines, got me frantic and crash aside a trance on drugs 

I shovel snow up to my dormant till my hands are numb 

Bundles of dope, I know my uncle would be after touch 

A smog is born of enormous horse and trashy slut 

Nasty acid junks happily jack me till Im blast to come 

And stay swerving into murdering perversion 

Urgin when we inserted the subject in the virgin 

Cadaveric, maverick, savages, ravage the average 

Of Angelas family, the famish cannibal sandwiches 

After a funeral, turn terrible to beautiful 

Sever dudes for food, several medical tools are suitable 

Horrible times, some will live, some will die 

Shoot out in the tomb found mummified 

Shoot out till its summertime 

Pop a crime, devils might drive by genocide 

Centibite, rebels strike hard like a metal pipe 

Bark like a kennel fight, sharp like a venom bite 

Dark like an ocean filled with sharks in the dead of night 

Levitate them right, everything God except the Christ 

Hella bricks like Kepry King rocking metal spikes 

Like Paul Baloff in studio 54 live 

Alternate be things told, VHS all time, 

Greatest pray, death can shoot the lama from the elbow 

Like James Heckfield produced the piranha demo. 

(Outro)