[Chorus 2X: ILL BILL]
Tell me where the fuck I went wrong?
Took the wrong turn, wrong path
What's Wrong with Bill?
Inspired by songs to kill
Cold-hearted, how could a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
God is an Atheist, why should I believe in religion?
I'd rather get my dick sucked and cook keys in the kitchen
Drive-by, leave you on your block bleeding and twitching
Break bread with demons and witches, I'm evil and twisted
Half of us in jail, the other half in Beemers and Sixes
CEOs wondering who let these creeps in the business
Creep with the biscuit, I'm heroin, the fiends are addicted
Life's the American Nightmare, the dreams of the wicked
We cry blood, sniff cocaine and die young
Time's up, caught up in the blowjobs and mindfucks
The metal that killed my enemies, occupy guns
Say goodbye 'cause you only die once
My mind's grotesque, and so ugly, so focused, so hungry
Trust me, young Gene Simmons, get in between women
ILL BILL solo album, Howie gonna take it
Leave you duct taped and stuck in The Matrix
[Chorus 2X: ILL BILL]
Tell me where the fuck I went wrong?
Took the wrong turn, wrong path
What's Wrong with Bill?
Inspired by songs to kill
Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills

[Verse 2]
Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me
The other one don't understand me
Sometimes she wanna murder me
Sometimes she wanna marry me
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me
I think that I'm about to go AWOL, lose my shit
As reality slips away, I'm startin' to lose my grip
No smile is genuine or real
I find myself losin' faith in everything and every person that I hold dear
I'm in a bad place, who do I trust?
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
If I don't love myself, how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth
What does life mean without death?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
So many things I never had the chance to say
When she was here
I'll see you when I get there
I hope that there's a heaven
Even though I know I'll probably burn in Hell
I live there
It couldn't get much worse I guess
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard
So get the fuck out my face
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered
I never knew my life mattered
[Chorus 2X]
Tell me where the fuck I went wrong?
Took the wrong turn, wrong path
What's Wrong with Bill?
Inspired by songs to kill
Cold-hearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by shield of alcohol and pills