Lyrics Warlord - Ill Bill

The Warlord, the Cult Leader
Backed by a small army of highly trained killers
We be the illest in guerilla war
Rocket launcher with the heavy arm
Dip behind trees and squeeze
The uniforms, army fatigues
The Warlord with the scary squad
Military arm
Terrorist
A symbol of hope but dressed in a cloak of hate
Maybe Hitler with a poker face and a cobra's taste
The mouth of a whore
Who's the warlord
The Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage
The Warlord Kill 'em all, leave no survivors
The Warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring
The Warlord, emperor, king of all kings
Shooters who put away their guns and kill you with kung-fu
Black Sites where the midnight is permanent
ISIS is CIA, kumbaya
The Illest
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The warlord, the cult leader
Backed by a small army of highly trained killers and villains
We be the illest
In guerilla war, shoot em up, dip behind trees
And squeeze, the uniforms, army fatigues
The warlord with a scary squad, Genghis Khan
Military god, Mr. Rocket Launcher with a heavy arm
Terrorist, to some people he's a freedom fighter
To some a war criminal, to others the Messiah
A symbol of hope dressed in a cloak of hate
Baby Hitler with a poker's face and a cobra's taste
Conqueror, my enemies' heads on top of spikes around my door
My sword sheath is the mouth of a whore
Brain like Einstein, beard like Osama
Shoot a 747 out the sky with the llama
Who's crucified? Who dies? Who survives?
Who's the Warlord? Ride up on a moped and shoot em in the eye
Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage
The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors
The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring
It's the warlord – emperor, king of all kings
A rise to power, five star General Eisenhower
He'd rather face death as a hero and not as a coward
Alexander, Hannibal, Caesar or Sun Tzu
Shooters who put away their guns and kill you with kung fu
Strategy applied, gladiator streets of mine
He supplies us soldiers of fortunes and creeps for hire
I kidnap journalists
Black sights with midnight is permanent
Professionally contracted murder ink
The warlord, with the Uzi and the sawed off
Will get your fucking feet sawed off, and watch you crawl off
Haha, ISIS and CIA kumbaya
I don't give a fuck who I spray, I've already been paid
Became a killer aged thirteen
I remember the first time, I can still hear their screams
Fascinated by power drills
And hollow shells, and even more by how having power feels
Warlord, get on your knees and pay homage
The warlord – kill em all, leave no survivors
The warlord, get on your knees and kiss the ring
It's the warlord – emperor, king of all kings