Idylll – Cabala’s Big Game Juntin’: Huntin’ Bustaz Paroles

Cabala’s Big Game Juntin’: Huntin’ Bustaz – Idylll Paroles

Get the Jason Mask

Shoot 'em- Shoot 'em-

Take his- Get the

Get the- Get the Jason Mask

Take his- Dump his body in a garbage bag

Watch him take his last breath

In Hell, he gon' remember that

He looked into the face of death

Get the Jason Mask

Shoot 'em- Shoot 'em-

Take his- Get the

Get the- Get the Jason Mask

Take his- Dump his body in a garbage bag

Watch him take his last breath

In Hell, he gon' remember that

He looked into the face of death

I'm a son of a god

I got the hair and the particles when I roam in the gutters and now I'm covered in moss

By why they running with knives?

I kill them brothers in the middle when I grip on their life, I bark at sinners off ice

I feel the rhythmous ties of all the demons right in front of me, surrounding with the rituals

I ponder through the cemetery, dragging every motherfucker

Literally deeper than the treachery or minerals up in the brutal scene

And I been tripping off the weed I really roll up then I'm packing the pipe

The devil shyt up in the soul, you know it's Six on the rise

I'm sinking a bitch and taking the rip, I got the killer new scythe

I gather a harmony, bringing 'em trouble, I crumble the fucker that move with the mice in the walls

With Idylll and all recitals are raw, a siphon the blood of a hater with a goat or a dog

I got the motive of a psychopath, a schizophrenic probably walks

I'm popping 'em off, in gump with the Glock

I'm not gonna talk, unless you offer every digit, I got them bitching

Impossibly resurrecting or pissing they britches and I'm a hundred percent up in the possession I kick in

I got the best in the vision, and all that red that was missing, you know the plot finna thicken

I take a chop at they body and then I'm feeling the shivers, you know its probably winter

I take 'em out up the block and steal they money so bitter and I'm in love with the rhetoric that beheading the killers

Shoot a smith and Wesson, got the fourth eye open reppin', I'm on top in every lesson when you popping in the session

I'm unlawfully unsettling, a plague is really spreading when the maniac is lurking in the bottoms of the trenches, I been wilding..

You don't wanna get affiliated with a motherfucker that'll run up on you in the middle, when I pull up on em with the brutal killer

When I kill em and I'm Sentimental with the killing

Fill 'em with a bit of venom in the vessels or souls

Sitting with the demon, ain't nobody wanna come and get it with no pulse

Get the Jason Mask

Shoot 'em- Shoot 'em-

Take his- Get the

Get the- Get the Jason Mask

Take his- Dump his body in a garbage bag

Watch him take his last breath

In Hell, he gon' remember that

He looked into the face of death

Get the Jason Mask

Shoot 'em- Shoot 'em-

Take his- Get the

Get the- Get the Jason Mask

Take his- Dump his body in a garbage bag

Watch him take his last breath

In Hell, he gon' remember that

He looked into the face of death

Buck buck, allarme, spia attiva

Occhi aperti, quattro senza lenti sulle mie fila

Cosa ti aspetti quando fondiamo gli aspetti?

Ciò su cui tutto questo si fonda come i Tria Prima

O i tuoi traumi, dreamscape, nightmare, stock è pronto e suona Doom Party

Scarico e la mia mira non osta, maleducati

Chopper in alchimia trita rocce, è Sweeney Todd, il taglio è morte

Pezzi con lo zolfo, ghigliottina, è un attimo

Risalgono su i fumi delle porte come tiran giù Proserpina ogni cambio di stagione

È tutto freddo

Vedo che batti i denti c-c-click qua la clique non la batti sono Qlippoth i miei nodi genealogici

Tu fotterci, è già scritto che non abbatti, prova i codici

Noclippa per evadere dalle mie mani, ma non è bastato

L'unico e solo dei modi che vedo in cui ne vieni fuori è cambiare stato

Tipo che voli però nel vento dopo che ti ha polverizzato

Sublimato per diretta il caldo è tale

Se acclimarti sopra all'Etna sulla vetta viene male un subumano che prospetta dallo sbalzo oltre a lasciare un angelo per terra?

Anche perché è il portale

Balzo nelle gole, banzai, danza con il diavolo, ti intrappola, come arsenali cappa nella stanza

Inala i rituali, strappa via dalle ghiandole pineali il lume

Ti spari immagini più forte di pre-morti sotto stress

E ora marci col Signore delle mosche verso est

Ammazzare il sole è ciò che la legione impone a sé

E senza fonti di calore il ciclo si interrompe

Get the Jason Mask

Shoot 'em- Shoot 'em-

Take his- Get the

Get the- Get the Jason Mask

Take his- Dump his body in a garbage bag

Watch him take his last breath

In Hell, he gon' remember that

He looked into the face of death

Get the Jason Mask

Shoot 'em- Shoot 'em-

Take his- Get the

Get the- Get the Jason Mask

Take his- Dump his body in a garbage bag

Watch him take his last breath

In Hell, he gon' remember that

He looked into the face of death

Gray skull, money for the punishing, a

Staple of the under-underneath, uh

Ay fool come check out this stick

Favorite cudgel for the bludgeoning, yeah

Scrape the blood up for summoning, uh

Aim the muzzle at your skullet piece, uh

Ain't gon' forget evidence

Mane we gunning, busta hunting season

Hit by the tone, and we get the fuck outta location

I'm gonna go hit a lick, an invisible ghost with unlimited criminal cadence

Filling my soul with the memory, covered in hatred

Slide when a hoe in the pit, I'm a liminal foe, and I'm finna be getting my payment

Duck when you might get that sense of uncertainty

Fuck being nice, I'ma get what I came for

Up in the sky, where's your sense of discovery

Plummeting, life could get painful

All encompassing, you all are under me

And such I be the one above, unseen

I've come to get comeuppancy, get spitting out a mixture, blood and teeth

You heard the distant rumbling, inside your head with the precision, buck 'em clean

These bitches be tripping and fumbling upon just witnessing the wickedest underlings

Off on a mission to quickly rescind what's in front of me

By burning crucifixes while the cities are crumbling

And once I'm taking one hit of the blunt, I'm free

Awkward and mangled awakening, reload my chamber then rack

And then when I'm entangled in fate to my knees, I'ma seek out a plan to be slanging my strap

Automotive indication, we gonna be drifting, a K finna sit in my lap

In the grave, in the trap, I deliver the devilish stang with a mask

Hard to present with identification, no open casket

Encased in the madness, body go missing with nobody asking

Already cold at cremation, I burn up indifferently, pain, I get past it

Mane, get the Jason Mask, aim, get to blasting

Get the Jason Mask

Shoot 'em- Shoot 'em-

Take his- Get the

Get the- Get the Jason Mask

Take his- Dump his body in a garbage bag

Watch him take his last breath

In Hell, he gon' remember-

Mane, we gunnin', busta huntin' season

Get the Jason Mask

Shoot 'em- Shoot 'em-

Take his- Get the

Get the- Get the Jason Mask

Take his- Dump his body in a garbage bag

Watch him take his last breath

In Hell, he gon' remember that

He looked into the face- get the-