120% Darkside Justice

[Ill BilL] Fuck the machine, I’m raging against the broke life I love the cream, my sayings affect the coke price My demons are devils to the things that I don’t like Can I detach myself from 'em I know it’s so trife Murder assault, wild out of control type Worshiping at the altar of Ralph like a low life Dress correct, heavy metal emperor roll tight I’m obsessed with death, helter skelter like Sean Price Know the tech kid the sound of thunder No respectable Boba Fett like bounty hunter No remorse, mega force records seek and destroy We kill em all, zip up the bag, bring em to the morgue Bring him to the coroner table then cut him up and look inside of him What the fuck would they think if someone lied to them? Sold em the dead dreams, listening to philosophers Going against me? Victory is impossible [Hook x2] Blood, money and death, dark side justice Trust nothing except, dark side justice Fuck love and respect, dark side justice 120% dark side justice [Jus Allah] My rap’s scary, it escaped from my Blackberry Your rap stays trapped, it’s fake and imaginary My rap full of gats and bad vocabulary My rap has drug tracks and blood capillaries It’s all cemetery, and about mortuaries I ain’t saying anything out of the ordinary Not unusual, it’s the cult itinerary Attending funerals with a dull contemporary Weapons put you in blessings whenever necessary Gun straightened paper better than a secretary With just one shot turn a jock into a Jerry The Glocks that we carry, turn The Rock into a fairy Murder for no reason other than monetary The devil made me do it, it’s involuntary I keep clips and newspaper obituaries Behind a bookcase with a trick dictionary [Hook x2] Blood, money and death, dark side justice Trust nothing except, dark side justice Fuck love and respect, dark side justice 120% dark side justice [Vinnie Paz] It’s a perfect murder scene, a perfect murder about a perfect person Brujeria verse perfectly cursing a virgin What’s the faculty of energy perfect exertion Call me majesty, my words are conversed in a serpent Pussy boy left the war, they call it desertion I am dirty, I am opposite in every detergent If it isn't a Grey Goose then it’s certainly Bourbon I write my rhyme in Beirut with a burgundy turban Hard body rap, punch you in the chatter box I would never walk the hallways unless I had a ox That’s the reason why they put me in padded box I would’ve never been a problem if I had my pops I pull a motherfuckers card like a magic shop Mossberg means spin several metal savage shots The heater hit the fuckin flesh like the cattle prod My physical body’s the vehicle for wrath of God [Hook x2] Blood, money and death, dark side justice Trust nothing except, dark side justice Fuck love and respect, dark side justice 120% dark side justice