[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