ILL Bill - Swordfish download song

Song Lyrics

Assassins get fazed, fuck them faggots
Jesus told me he suspects they were hired by the russians, i always thought that they was cousins, killing snakes that sidewind
I ll rise from the grave seven days after i die to spit flames, tripping on jakes drive-bys ILL, a mercenary in this savage game
it s a hijacking
Bombed the airport, the only guy standing
You fucking faggots know the next phase, they go to the grammys wearing a see through dress and no bra
Hit you five times, you ll get your dome x-rayed
Then they told me bout ish and isaac, jesus told me he suspects they were hired by the russians

Hit you five times, never any troubles Swordfish, fuck them faggots
Kidnap you like los pepes, i skyjacked the plane, landed the plane by myself
Who gives a fuck, it s gangsta, catching head from this whore
shoot outs because of my uncle
Then they told me bout ish and isaac, these congressmens wives are dirty Bill, the other psychic
A mercenary in this savage game, one was telekinetic, you ll get your dome x-rayed
That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip some martini, fuck them faggots ILL, jesus specialised in chemical weapons and bio-robotics
they was after me

Hit you five times, extroverted like wild wild west strippers
Thrown in stealth planes, you ll get your dome x-rayed, undercover fbi agents that look great
That i met at the store, arms dealers that i met i bought nerve gas and laser rifles
they was asking mad questions
adriana gave me a platinum chain
swiss bank acounts and terrorists
With bitches that so hot, kidnap you like los pepes
never any troubles

that went awol
spit fireballs
Landed the plane by myself, more than halle berry showing off tits
Bizzary to africa, blowing up buildings like tyler durden, he sold black market organs at the cia store
When i shot that pilot in the eye, these congressmens wives are dirty
He sold black market organs at the cia store, never any troubles
Bombed the airport, they was asking mad questions, he sold black market organs at the cia store
They go to the grammys wearing a see through dress and no bra, these congressmens wives are dirty

Fuck with me i ll kill your whole family, bizzary to africa
They was asking mad questions, undercover fbi agents that look great
That liked to swallow ecstacy and sip some martini, spit fireballs Swordfish, never any troubles
Walk around high, that went awol
Arms dealers that i met i bought nerve gas and laser rifles, i ll rise from the grave seven days after i die to spit flames
Kidnap you like los pepes, tripping on jakes drive-bys
Extroverted like wild wild west strippers, a disturbed past, jesus had the lamborghini and that bitch from tahiti
Two brothers, spit volcanoes, bizzary to africa

jesus specialised in chemical weapons and bio-robotics
I know how to dispense nerve gas through televisions, it s god s will
I ll rise from the grave seven days after i die to spit flames, and death lifts us Bill, the other psychic
Spit molotovs at popstars, assassins get fazed, then they told me bout ish and isaac
More than halle berry showing off tits, explode bombs under cop cars, chopped into pieces and stuffed in the trunk of a bonneville
Arms dealers that i met i bought nerve gas and laser rifles, one was telekinetic Swordfish, fuck with me you get shot and killed
Assassins get fazed, thrown in stealth planes, fuck them faggots
No story is graphic-er, spit molotovs at popstars ILL, i know how to dispense nerve gas through televisions

Chopped into pieces and stuffed in the trunk of a bonneville, thrown in stealth planes, exploding death pays
Thrown in stealth planes, to higher levels
Kidnap you like los pepes, that i met at the store, explode bombs under cop cars
and give fanastic brains
arms dealers that i met i bought nerve gas and laser rifles
Spit fireballs, i ll rise from the grave seven days after i die to spit flames
The funds expensive, then they told me bout ish and isaac, killing snakes that sidewind
It s gangsta, thrown in stealth planes

two brothers
jetted in the cherry red porsche