SLAINE - Crillionaires lyrics

rate me

Witnessin the sinister, spittin on your minister

Splittin up your skin, clip and trigger will diminish ya

Torch the competitor, score and get ahead of ya

Work a drone alien at war with the Predator

Boba Fett bounty hunter, best King's County gunner

Q they go to trial when you found dead down and under

Hear the sound of Thunder, enter the God Thor

Standing with the hammer killer, what you think you shot for?

You tried to cut the line, you tried to fuck with mine

"Criminal Minded" third track, killer buckin nines

You wanna sleep stupid? Go ahead, hit the hay

When I pop shots, watch bullets ricochet

Reputed mob boss make the drop off

Enemies are shakin when they heard a shotty pop off

"Night of the Living Dead", kill 'em in the morn

I'm on an "Award Tour" with the "Children of the Corn"

We Crillionaires, won't stop till we millionaires

Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air

Leaving you see through, bullet through your people

When we creep through we street sweeper Grim Reap' you

I come from a world where things are not always what they seem

Use symbols to connect into your dreams, and nightmares

Thieves of the night scale skyscrapers and dive out of windows

Like characters from Hollywood films...

This ain't no movie script, it's excitingly real

Nuclear devices the size of a pill

Lightning in a test tube, write me the bill

Black budgets, hundreds of billions of dollars in funding

Private gunmen hunted by governments, I'm havin fun with it

But hardly sleep, aim my RPG, spark your D

Pop the Marines, the steel was given to me by the Elohim

I rock your motherfuckin block into smithereens

Sell you pistols cheap, take the bread and flip 'em into ki's

Then flip it back to bread, bubble like Actifed

You can buy yourself a small army if you act correct

You could catch a bullet in your brain at the red

You could overthrow the free world while you laugh at death

You should know who we are, throw a motherfucker from a movin car

Tell em I'm a movie star run into a groupie's bra

Rip the sample off man, fuck what kind of rules there are

Rip the sample off the song, beat you with the blues guitar

Frequent in the nudie bar, live inside the drug den

Told me I'm a has-been, that's just what I was then

I'm a fucking will-be, I'm innocent

I'm takin what I want until they kill me, or they find me guilty

I'm filthy, in this dirty business full of sunken labels

Half these cats are products of cash and drunken fables

'Til they come across the cats that'll leave you with the punctured navel

Cut the fuck up like a plucked tomato, gun to the cradle

Bumpin somethin, I got you pumpin something fatal

'Til you wake up in a trunk with jumper cables

'Til you wake up and you're surrounded by angels

Q-Unique, I'll Bill, Slaine in this motherfucker

Crillionaires~!