[Verse 1]

Demigod'll rain the thunder from the heavens

As seven soldiers got you folding strapped and packing MAC-11's

Cuz I'm the God of War, I'll show you whats in store

I love my home cuz it's a Sodom

Bodies rotting on the bottom floor

And face it: I'm not the type that you can replace with

Just anyone I strangle duns for fun with their shoelaces

I ain't you basic faces baby I'm the greatest

I'm a master of the ceremony, phonies get decapitated

And motherfucker who you playing with?

I'll rock you in your shit and shiv the homies that you're staying with

Just for talking shit I'm ready grab the clip and stick

This the pistol to your lip, I'll pistol whip you till you're fainting sick

You say you're crime related, I say that's debatable

You might be crime related if you married your sister

That's kinda nasty but I guess its just all relative

I'm negative as fuck,I need to pop another sedative



[Chorus - ILL BILL]

A red puddle in the green grass

Leave you in the red puddle in the green grass

A red puddle in the green grass

Leave you in the red puddle in the green grass

Shooters with black hoodies and ski masks

Camouflage killers on mopeds that speed past

Drive by like old dog and machine blast

Leave you in the red puddle in the green grass



[Verse 2]

The king of clutch, I get the buckets when it's crunch time

And yo I stand behind my homies like a lunch line

And I got punch lines that a stretch about half a block

I'm known for punching faces - people give their foot to have a sock

Half cocked - stocked - and ready to go unload on you

And I'mma knock you out the box when I explode on you

My katana's gonna bury your persona

Honor gone I wanna run your pockets

Pocket lots of fucking commas

And I personify the evil make you wanna die

Upload the scene the horror tube for snuff and make it monetized

I'll leave you traumatized but I'mma be exonerated

Rated "R" for violence and drama cause I'm crime related

There ain't a rhyme debated when I spit a missile at em

No ones lifts a finger when I'm drunk as fuck and pissing at em

That's cuz I'm Louie, motherfuckers, see me as a God

They came to rob me at my show but all they did was head nod



[Chorus - ILL BILL]

A red puddle in the green grass

Leave you in the red puddle in the green grass

A red puddle in the green grass

Leave you in the red puddle in the green grass

Shooters with black hoodies and ski masks

Camouflage killers on mopeds who speed past

Drive by like old dog and machine blast

Leave you in the red puddle in the green grass



[Chorus - Verse 3]

My darts hit harder then a redneck at his friend's apartment

I gotta a lotta bars like addicts got in glove compartments

Flame retardant paper couldn't stop my pen from burning

Lines across the surface when I write its like the seas have parted

Started fights with bigger hitters, bitter

Smashed some cats who slithered

Snaky fucks who would step to mickey when the blicky's bigger

I'm just a city kid who's living off some Minifigures

Metal hits your wig and leaves a slit like bigger shards of glitter

Shitting in your mouth, I treat your face like kitty litter

Nasty little bastard I'mma natural disaster

You want me to rap faster? Pass me all the adderal

Erratically I'll splatter y'all cuz I'm an addict after all

And half of y'all just couldn't fuck with me

You can't keep up with me, you're ugly

You'll play yourself like paddle-ball

And I'm a killer when it comes to pen and paper

More like wild with a text file, vile rap crusader