Kill Bill

Ay yo,
I wanna dedicate this song right here to Oren Ishii
Half Chinese, half Japanisie, half American, and yo
Oh what a species

figure of perfection

She got the sinister cat eyes
And little freckles on [bad word] 
Chief of the Yakusa
But she's wicked like Medusa
And she got Crazy 88 killers
That'd slice right through ya
Quick to chop a head off
Then wipe the blood off

long-range sniper shot she busts
Never let a dud off
You got a minute to pray
And a second to die
You could see the image of the devil reflectin inside her eye

But since she was a little girl, yo
She never would cry
She seen so much tragedy
Let me explain to you why

She grew up on a military base
Where she had to face
The [bad word] of her mother and her father being erased
The blood dried from her teardrops on her cheek
You seen the smear spots
She sat, only watched
As the shogun sliced through her dear pops
Through his thick skull
Ya she's vicious, like a pit bull
And when [bad word] to hatred and revenge
She got a [bad word] full

Revenge is the fire that burns inside your soul

Ay yo, she been bustin up knee caps son
Since the age of 11
But [bad word] her enemy to death
That was her favorite weapon
And in death you paid in [bad word] 
Boy it can't be paid in heaven
You better get down on your knees son
And start prayin to the reverend
Bon Appetite
Boy revenge is so sweet
Especially when it's served on a cold dish

But she has no wish
But to cut yo day short
Like the winter solstice
And the chance to receive a slight bit of mercy from her was hopeless

Oren Ishii
Half Chinese, half Japanisie, half American
Oh, what a species