"Outlaw" lyrics
Blood Brothers (Necro & ILL BILL) Lyrics
[Necro:]
I'm a son of anarchy
Pop a cop straight out the pull 9 academy
Runnin' chop shops
Gunnin' for you, have you runnin' frantically
Involved with my revolver romantically
Hang you from a balcony
Young Malcolm, Al Capone, Frankie Flannery
Val Kilmer in Heat with the caliber
Crime monarchy, ain't nothin' sweet
Pushin' Valium, Xanax and E, crack cocaine chemistry
Alchemy cut it with talcum, robbin' Perfect Strangers like Balki
Gully like Tommy Karate pimp a whore mami, pistol whip you
Twist your shit like origami, cut you up like Boar's Head salami
Fuck the law and fuck Mitt Romney
He could eat a bucket a' shit, politicians are grimey
The buccaneer buckin' a queer like a musketeer
Manipulate a huxtable like a puppeteer
For the bucks deductible, Nucky Thompson crook
Herb rob your duckets Zuckerberg
Fuck-up your face, then book
[ILL BILL:]
Humble responsibility come with the greatest of power
Seen pistols transform pussies to dangerous cowards
Seen angel dust make a guy fake he could fly
That's one dive off a project rooftop type of high
My soldiers escape tribulations and pray Amen
Haunted by ghosts that don't even know that they dead
Source [?] the holy wars worth sacrifice
Tortured souls of your foes become ya' servants in the afterlife
That's why we pull out how them shooters do
Rape reality like havin' a shootout at a funeral
Take humanity through the lowest levels of depravity
Dope and insanity nations are overthrown by anarchy
From project to profits either way we spell the word
We monumental, even hell awaits and hells deserved
Hell emerged south of heaven's entrance
Where killers hide the smoking gun behind they back
While begging for repentance
I'm a son of anarchy
Pop a cop straight out the pull 9 academy
Runnin' chop shops
Gunnin' for you, have you runnin' frantically
Involved with my revolver romantically
Hang you from a balcony
Young Malcolm, Al Capone, Frankie Flannery
Val Kilmer in Heat with the caliber
Crime monarchy, ain't nothin' sweet
Pushin' Valium, Xanax and E, crack cocaine chemistry
Alchemy cut it with talcum, robbin' Perfect Strangers like Balki
Gully like Tommy Karate pimp a whore mami, pistol whip you
Twist your shit like origami, cut you up like Boar's Head salami
Fuck the law and fuck Mitt Romney
He could eat a bucket a' shit, politicians are grimey
The buccaneer buckin' a queer like a musketeer
Manipulate a huxtable like a puppeteer
For the bucks deductible, Nucky Thompson crook
Herb rob your duckets Zuckerberg
Fuck-up your face, then book
[ILL BILL:]
Humble responsibility come with the greatest of power
Seen pistols transform pussies to dangerous cowards
Seen angel dust make a guy fake he could fly
That's one dive off a project rooftop type of high
My soldiers escape tribulations and pray Amen
Haunted by ghosts that don't even know that they dead
Source [?] the holy wars worth sacrifice
Tortured souls of your foes become ya' servants in the afterlife
That's why we pull out how them shooters do
Rape reality like havin' a shootout at a funeral
Take humanity through the lowest levels of depravity
Dope and insanity nations are overthrown by anarchy
From project to profits either way we spell the word
We monumental, even hell awaits and hells deserved
Hell emerged south of heaven's entrance
Where killers hide the smoking gun behind they back
While begging for repentance
