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Root For The Villain

Non Phixion, ILL BILL, & La Coka Nostra•Audio Oficial (YouTube API)

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Only one thing will be able to destroy them

An even greater team, a super-powered force

Yes, a veritable army of the most deadly villains alive

And by skillfully manipulating my high frequency emotion charger

I can fan the flame of hatred in the heart of every evil menace in existence

My mind is trapped in the prison of acid visions

Massacres, witches, apparitions, smack addictions

Maggots, coagulated black syringes

Black magic wizards with MAC-11 pistols surpass actual physics

Sharper than glass shattered to splinters

Destined to burn in Hell eternally turn ash to cinder

Altar forever dancing, the savage avalanche of winter

Off with his fuckin' head happily

Blood splattered on his entire fuckin' family ecstatically

Shooters spray the Porsche, superstitious fatal thought

Throw hollows at you over my shoulder like table salt

Black army jackets, shrunken head, carny badger

Grimy savage, feed you to the poor like a salami sandwich

Gangster party ballads, La Coka k-k-k-karate anthems

Canarsie block party stabbings on the body cameras

Pillows and Percocets, learn to invest

Purple cassette, verses of death, swerve and connect (ohh!)

Damage Incorporated, torch the place

The palaces are all the same, burnt to the ground, all just a wall of flames

Sabretooth smiles, crocodile teardrops

Twisted sacrificial rituals to weird gods

Snipers perceive through banana clips and clear shots

Posted up in foxholes, singin' military songs

Catch you while you asleep

You'd never know when your crib hit

So many guns, the beams resemble UFO's (Woah!)

I always root for the villain

Deep down he a hero, he don't know what he doin' (woah!)

I always root for the villain

Even my grandmother love all them shooters and killers (oh!)

I always root for the villain

Deep down he a hero, he don't know what he doin' (woah!)

I always root for the villain

Even my grandmother love all them shooters and killers

Let's get it, rawest shit you ever seen, this that kerosene

Self-made shit out the Everglades by the Evergreens

Fuck the cheddar dreams, pockets stay forever green

Neighborhood lookin' like a clip from a Beretta scene

Black exploitation cinema, this my ghetto theme

Loyalty, honesty, the dynasty with two pillars

Scalin' the room, tilt the moon with balloon fillers

Tomb fillers, no mercy, do you dirty, they doom builders

Working ceilings in Cancun villas

All we gotta do is remove filters

Boom! Tellin' my life story is gory, a strong language a new thriller

Got some warehouses, a few distillers

Billie Holiday on hookers, stoned out, I keep some cute Wilmas

Ride broomstick, more wicked than Broomhilde

Proof in the pudding, got the footage, I'm the new Pilger

Bag of coke, a few Millers, she lettin' dudes film her

Yeah, we push it to the limit (push it to the limit!)

Sweet pea, in his prime, puttin' on a clinic

My OG sturdy, he was pushin' rum real quickly

The Lone Wolf ugly and the Audemar exquisite

357 Magnum will dump

I'm leavin' body parts scattered, this a scavenger hunt (it's bodies everywhere!)

Look, they will not stop the Pharaoh (nah!)

I'm comin' for the bag, pa, lock, stock, and barrel (I am!)

It was lonely on the Ave (yeah!)

Afghan, anti-Soviet Jihad (Alhamdulillah!)

I'ma have to put another boulder in the bag (bag!)

FDP nine, throw it in the Jag (yo son, throw it in the back, throw it in the back!)

I got a mob that'll kill Satan

98 shots, bump stock, and I'm still wavin' (hahaha!)

It's cold outside, hidin' from the hawk

Fuck up out my face, pa, I ain't tryna talk, stupid!

Yeah, DJ Muggs (yeah!)

Yeah, Billy, William Cutty, Pazienza, G Rap (GOAT!)

Hahaha, Heavy Metal Kings

We not playin' around out here!

Billy! (Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!)

Hahahahahaha, stupid!

The greatest, the greatest!

Billy Idol, William Cutty

One of the best ever, Billy!

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Root For The Villain

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