I’m Surrounded

Intro (Necro):
Yo, it's Necro, your father
ILL BILL album coming soon
You better cop it or you get deaded

Verse 1 (ILL BILL):
I’m surrounded by hatred and lust
Angels and dust, cocaine and sluts
Dangerous thugs, blaze you with guns
Lace you with drugs
Murderous cyborgs disguised as blind men with guide-dogs
Design wars, final call, homicidal gore
Torture chambers and rape-rooms
The same goons, drinking Grey Goose and grape juice
What's really good or bad is relative
Never been beyond neutral
But if you fuck with my family I shoot you
I'm too crude
My poverty got me bugging committing armed robberies
Voted the most likely to probably die violently
Who the fuck are you, stupid?
I carry two clips: One to murder you, the other to shoot pigs
I’m like Miami Beach on New Year's eve
Blondie singing Rush Rush, give me yayo
Hanging with the Gipsy Kings
I spit these things
Major businessmen spitting phlegm
Kicking these raps and kick you in the face with Timbs
Foot up on your desk
Four thousand square-foot office supplies
Fought to survive, torture your mind
Car-chase, two cop cars collide on the Belt Parkway
I'm rhymin' for the cop killin' to dive
Nothing's sacred anymore, take your last breath
What I am, what I want, I'm only after death
I'm obsessed
If superheroes were real, they’d be evil
Tora Bora to Tel Aviv
Take the shit over and never leave
American dream
Bleed like a heroin fiend
Heavy-metal heroin scene
Forever retrieve
Caught you with your guard down and my pistols up
Hit you with the four-pound and you spit some blood, faggot!