Razor Blade Vomit

[Intro] Yeah Uh huh Illa [Verse 1] Man gotta die, knock the spots off of Spotify Now you've been spotted, each verse be sodomized Two goon creeping to black maroon fever Dark sky breather, I'll bullet wound your Caesar Peter paid Paul, but I shot Paul for Peter I'm not King James or Paul (?) either Whoever want war with rap I'll have your jaws tapped Try to call Illa Ghee out and get your call back Yeah Get clapped at close range Come in front your king and clothesline your gold chain A lot more guns than Butterballs from Ving Rhames Batman's (?) and my genius is insane Analyze I infect your inner ear Spit like parole so our souls won't interfere Step into the pit, I'll slay Clear out day Automated heroin that spits out gray C'mon [Musical Break] [Verse 2] Pardon my handgun, I'm jumping out of vans Like I'm playing with enemies I lay you where you stand Fucking lames I never played that game If I learned anything its how to aim Speaking of which I'll give your mind frame something to sniff I was born with a fifth and a couple of clips Triple that, times six, I'm piff, I'm sick I could finger fuck bitches with bullets and chew bricks I'm a mosh pit, black Mossberg under armpit Talk Islamic, razor blades are vomit Black Adonis, backshotting on you Pocahantas In the Bahamas trying to carry back a bunch of llamas Hog tied to an incubus' harddrive Slug pass by like the Pharcyde Do or die Who do you think is gonna win if its you and I? Here's your coffin, I'm telling you you're gonna die I'm telling you you're gonna die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die