Tales from the Darkside lyrics

[Intro: ILL BILL]
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[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Orgasm and spit, the masters of the sick
The assassins of the clique in the passionate abyss
Everybody got shooter dudes
Moped, blow off your head
Scooter goon shoot you through the moonroof of a Subaru
Groupies are fly, Uzi's are primed
Twist your wig like the Guggenheim or roofies in wine
Peruvian Gutenberg, quick to shoot you first
My personal Lucifers
A trillion ways to die, which would you prefer?
Suicidal scape, fenestrate Satanism
Put that in your pipe and smoke it up like Jamaica-ism
For the sake of my fam I do evil things
Turn to the dark side, turn into a evil king
All the while the Grim Reaper laugh in the shadows
With a sawed-off and two hollow shells in the barrel
f*ck around with me you better have good karma
They’ll find you cut up into little pieces like shawarma

[Chorus: DJ Scratches]
I'll probably body y'all
I’ll probably body y'all
I'll probably body y'all
Masked up like Mardi Gras
I'll probably body y'all
I'll probably body y'all
I’ll probably body y’all
Droppin' off your body parts so your mommy saw
[Verse 2: Snak the Ripper]
Yeah, I stay slick like puke on the floor
Smile and wave to the camera while I’m lootin' the store
C-Lance choppin' samples up to loop and record
Some more premium deluxe sh*t that you can't afford
This sh*t’s terrific, more horrific than crash scenes
Every verse so prolific, sh*t too sick for your vaccines
Stealth Bomb Records keep it runnin' like track teams
We really in these streets like hookers and crack fiends
My sh*t's too real to think that they could relate
Yo, my movements is like chess, so I don't make a mistake
If we talking 'bout gettin' baked, then I'm takin' the cake
Smoke a pound at the same time you blazin' an eighth
I'm from a different dimension where nothin's the same
Come from the destruction and flames, so I'm f*cked in the brain
I'm Deebo in my city, rappers tuck in they chain
We ain't playin' anymore, b*tch, enough of the games, f*ck you

[Chorus: DJ Scratches]
I'll probably body y'all
I'll probably body y'all
I'll probably body y'all
Masked up like Mardi Gras
I'll probably body y'all
I'll probably body y'all
I'll probably body y'all
Droppin' off your body parts so your mommy saw
[Outro: DJ Scratches]
Step to this, you're good as gone, word is bond
I'm not the one you should be underestimatin'
Murder like slow and rapid flow
Hazardous for your health, and Hell's your next stop
Words get sharper, skies turn darker
The poison I spit, there'll never be a antidote
Dealin' cracks and go bananas like a primate