Dope Fiend `94 lyrics

Artist  : Ill Bill 
Song : Dope Fiend `94



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*(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 services

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