What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel? Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills
God is an atheist, why should I believe in religion? I'd rather get my dick sucked and cook K's in the kitchen Driveby, leave you on your block bleedin' and twichin' Break bread with demons and witches, I'm evil and twisted Half of us in jail, the other half in Beemers and Sixers CEO's wondering who let these creeps in the business Creep with the biscuit, I'm peril when the fiends are vendicted Lights the American Nightmare - the trees of the wicked We cry blood, sniff cocaine and die young Time's up, caught up in the blowjobs and mindfucks The metal that killed my enemys, occupy guns Say goodbye cause you only die once My minds grotesque and so ugly, so focused, so hungry Trust me, young Gene Simmons, get in between womans Ill BIll - solo album, how we gon' take it? Leave you ducktaped and stuck in the Matrix
Tell me where the fuck I went wrong Took the wrong turn, wrong path What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel? Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills
Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurturing The other one don't understand me Sometimes you wanna murder me, sometimes you wanna marry me I paid my insanity gravely, it crowd me I think that I'm about to go AWOL, lose my shit As reality slips away I'm startin to loose my grip No smile is genuine or real I find myself loosing faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear I'm in a bad place, so who do I trust? I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you? If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you? I made this album to reveale my inner thoughts and discuss truth What it's like, me without death Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness? But I appreciate my grandmother raising me cause she'd never pass away So many things I never had a chanse to say when she was here I see you when I get there I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell - I lived it, it couldn't get much worse I guess Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out o'my face I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it Picking up the pieces of a life shattered I never knew my life mattered
Tell me where the fuck I went wrong Took the wrong turn, wrong path What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel? Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills
Compositor: William Braunstein (Ill Bill) ECAD: Obra #11775194