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Ill Bill - Dope Fiend '94 lyrics
(Verse 1)
 Let me get that needle, pass it,
 When it comes to the get high, baby I'm a junky bastard
 The fastest, so I'm a flow exempt me
 Let me get a dozen bagels and a ???
 Now please arrest me, officer,
 'Cause I started lookin' in the Nautica
 Polo, Tommy Hillfiger sweater
 Mr. Woody Harrilson couldn't do no better
 I'm Natural Born to the motherfuckin' letter
 For pleasure, I dig out your brain like treasure
 Take your blood pressure, examine, measure
 Discover, twenty years ago I fucked your mother
 I'm a born junky, I'll never recover
 (Chorus) 2x
 Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to bein' the dope fiend,
 Kid I got's to have it
 Let me get that needle, pass it, when it comes to the get high,
 Baby I'm a junky bastard
 (Verse 2)
 I be gettin' voodoo raw like Greek sex
 I'm searchin' for six chicks wit' sloppy tits hangin' off their chests
 Fuck kickin' flavor in your ear,
 I'd rather kick you in your fuckin' cunt, then rip off your brassiere
 I'm here, Mr. I-double-L-B,
 A-double-L, puffin' on a nick a crack in my jail-cell
 They pay me well for my servicesIll Bill - Dope Fiend '94 - http://motolyrics.com/ill-bill/dope-fiend-94-lyrics.html
 When I murder kids, I orgasm
 Then I get rid of the evidence
 Left up on the scene of the crime
 I spit back inside of my mouth when I rhyme
 Bloody, little punk ass, rudy-dudy
 Let me get your crack-rock and all your money
 Sonny, I'm a fuckin' sicky
 I'm a six-inch it in then toss you in the lake like Ricki
 Illin' like a handy-capped spaz
 Peep the soup-bass, rippin' out the frame of your ass
(Chorus) 2x
 (Verse 3)
 Walkin' through the rain, I saw you
 You were holdin' hands, I'm startin' to feel like Orange Juice Jones
 I don't really care if you just returned your glasses
 I'm a take a butcher knife to your sorry asses
 (?) Stop fantasizing about pizza-pies wit' (?)
 Body parts n shit, get your fuckin' throat slit
 'Cause I'm a modern crazy guy, you're all gonna die
 So why even bother actin' fly on the plane to Chicago
 Call Hertz rent a rental car
 Think your crazy 'cause you got a scar
 Think again, I'll cut you again
 I'm a put that doody-casserole inside of your mother's oven
(Chorus) 2x









