Splatterfest Lyrics
| Song | Splatterfest |
| Artist | Ill Bill |
| Album | Heavy Metal Kings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn | |
| [Verse 1:Vinnie Paz] | |
| It’s no quality on the mic that I don’t have | |
| My hands punch through a rock like an Apollo jab | |
| When I was young I used to follow dad | |
| And watch how he would handle more beef than a McDonald’s ad | |
| I’m from a time of Alpina glasses and Diodorus | |
| F**k around with me your family’s gonna need a florist | |
| It’s no question who running rap cause we the rawest | |
| Hit your head with the thunder clap, you see in Horace | |
| I love my mother to death for giving birth to me | |
| I ain’t even seeing red no more, it’s burgundy | |
| All these B*****s is just birds to me | |
| And hearing of another dead cop quenches a thirst in me | |
| Anything that is godly is the reverse of me | |
| The home of Richard Ramirez is like a church to me | |
| I keep a razor in my mouth, it’s like a Certs to me | |
| The way I cut your f**king face is like a surgery | |
| [Hook] | |
| Nothing’s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I’m only after death | |
| Sons are born and guns are drawn | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn | |
| Nothing’s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I’m only after death | |
| Is there life after death and if so where we go? | |
| [Verse 2:Ill Bill] | |
| Black operation, black tie ritual | |
| Black magic, black carpet event on the Black Sabbath | |
| Black helicopter, black metal, black Magnum | |
| Black Berkowitz in a cell with black Manson | |
| My brain’s strange from taking contaminated acid | |
| While you be selling your soul we assassinate assassins | |
| Spray up weddings and funerals, splatter banquets | |
| Bang automatic ratchets and broadcast the transcript | |
| We staring down the barrel of another 9/11 | |
| Souls condemned to burn in Hellfire cry for Heaven | |
| Blood money turn the most innocent minds to weapons | |
| Turn children to killers carrying knives in trenches | |
| Selling crack in the rain on the benches with a vengeance | |
| Make a dramatic entrance like the train scene in Death Wish | |
| Spray automatics reckless, leave your brains leaking headless | |
| Pulling out the heavy metal K in broad day and end this | |
| [Hook] | |
| Nothing’s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I’m only after death | |
| Sons are born and guns are drawn | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn | |
| Yo, nothing’s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I’m only after death | |
| Is there life after death and if so where we go? | |
| [Outro] | |
| And then blood floods the lawn | |
| Throwing a body on my lawn | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn |
| Intro | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn | |
| Verse 1: Vinnie Paz | |
| It' s no quality on the mic that I don' t have | |
| My hands punch through a rock like an Apollo jab | |
| When I was young I used to follow dad | |
| And watch how he would handle more beef than a McDonald' s ad | |
| I' m from a time of Alpina glasses and Diodorus | |
| F k around with me your family' s gonna need a florist | |
| It' s no question who running rap cause we the rawest | |
| Hit your head with the thunder clap, you see in Horace | |
| I love my mother to death for giving birth to me | |
| I ain' t even seeing red no more, it' s burgundy | |
| All these B s is just birds to me | |
| And hearing of another dead cop quenches a thirst in me | |
| Anything that is godly is the reverse of me | |
| The home of Richard Ramirez is like a church to me | |
| I keep a razor in my mouth, it' s like a Certs to me | |
| The way I cut your f king face is like a surgery | |
| Hook | |
| Nothing' s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I' m only after death | |
| Sons are born and guns are drawn | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn | |
| Nothing' s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I' m only after death | |
| Is there life after death and if so where we go? | |
| Verse 2: Ill Bill | |
| Black operation, black tie ritual | |
| Black magic, black carpet event on the Black Sabbath | |
| Black helicopter, black metal, black Magnum | |
| Black Berkowitz in a cell with black Manson | |
| My brain' s strange from taking contaminated acid | |
| While you be selling your soul we assassinate assassins | |
| Spray up weddings and funerals, splatter banquets | |
| Bang automatic ratchets and broadcast the transcript | |
| We staring down the barrel of another 9 11 | |
| Souls condemned to burn in Hellfire cry for Heaven | |
| Blood money turn the most innocent minds to weapons | |
| Turn children to killers carrying knives in trenches | |
| Selling crack in the rain on the benches with a vengeance | |
| Make a dramatic entrance like the train scene in Death Wish | |
| Spray automatics reckless, leave your brains leaking headless | |
| Pulling out the heavy metal K in broad day and end this | |
| Hook | |
| Nothing' s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I' m only after death | |
| Sons are born and guns are drawn | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn | |
| Yo, nothing' s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I' m only after death | |
| Is there life after death and if so where we go? | |
| Outro | |
| And then blood floods the lawn | |
| Throwing a body on my lawn | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn |
| Intro | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn | |
| Verse 1: Vinnie Paz | |
| It' s no quality on the mic that I don' t have | |
| My hands punch through a rock like an Apollo jab | |
| When I was young I used to follow dad | |
| And watch how he would handle more beef than a McDonald' s ad | |
| I' m from a time of Alpina glasses and Diodorus | |
| F k around with me your family' s gonna need a florist | |
| It' s no question who running rap cause we the rawest | |
| Hit your head with the thunder clap, you see in Horace | |
| I love my mother to death for giving birth to me | |
| I ain' t even seeing red no more, it' s burgundy | |
| All these B s is just birds to me | |
| And hearing of another dead cop quenches a thirst in me | |
| Anything that is godly is the reverse of me | |
| The home of Richard Ramirez is like a church to me | |
| I keep a razor in my mouth, it' s like a Certs to me | |
| The way I cut your f king face is like a surgery | |
| Hook | |
| Nothing' s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I' m only after death | |
| Sons are born and guns are drawn | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn | |
| Nothing' s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I' m only after death | |
| Is there life after death and if so where we go? | |
| Verse 2: Ill Bill | |
| Black operation, black tie ritual | |
| Black magic, black carpet event on the Black Sabbath | |
| Black helicopter, black metal, black Magnum | |
| Black Berkowitz in a cell with black Manson | |
| My brain' s strange from taking contaminated acid | |
| While you be selling your soul we assassinate assassins | |
| Spray up weddings and funerals, splatter banquets | |
| Bang automatic ratchets and broadcast the transcript | |
| We staring down the barrel of another 9 11 | |
| Souls condemned to burn in Hellfire cry for Heaven | |
| Blood money turn the most innocent minds to weapons | |
| Turn children to killers carrying knives in trenches | |
| Selling crack in the rain on the benches with a vengeance | |
| Make a dramatic entrance like the train scene in Death Wish | |
| Spray automatics reckless, leave your brains leaking headless | |
| Pulling out the heavy metal K in broad day and end this | |
| Hook | |
| Nothing' s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I' m only after death | |
| Sons are born and guns are drawn | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn | |
| Yo, nothing' s sacred anymore, take your last breath | |
| What I am, what I want, I' m only after death | |
| Is there life after death and if so where we go? | |
| Outro | |
| And then blood floods the lawn | |
| Throwing a body on my lawn | |
| Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn |
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