[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
My aura is that of Moses in the Torah
Nineteen eighty-nine on tour with Sepultura
Laughing while blasting Sabbath on acid
It's the anthem, rest in peace Ruck, I throw a tantrum
I'm the illest of Bills, the realest of goons
A fucking savage, pull out my dick and piss on your shoes
(Pssssssssssss!)
Is Jay-Z Illuminati? Bohemian hov, alien roves
Elohemian probes realer than reptilian skulls
Trade crafts so nobody know who really involved
So much angel dust in my blood, I'm nearly embalmed
Blotter acid, Bobby Bronson, splatter cops with shotguns
Shots of vodka, shot the spot up with a box of Mossbergs
Step off of the plane, Switzerland snow
Always get paid steppin' on that Dominican blow
[Interlude]
[One million] he is very pleased with the quality of the shipments. They have done much to maintain peace in my area of the world
Will I be seeing him shortly?
No, not likely
[Verse 2: Goretex]
Young sadist, the iron rabbi, selling crack in Vegas
Space Invaders, Uncle Howie cooked 'em but he made 'em taste it
Under your futon, trying to pop your wig out
By the 69th Precinct, dying to take a pig out
No interference, 36 buildings, all clearance
Shoutout to Booker on the bus, rob bitches for their earrings
Rap Gary Holt, we cut these posers into veggie dumplings
Catch me indictment trying to cop the heavy something
Lord of detergent, black rabbi, feast of perversions
My lawyer's coked out, he a beast 'cause it's always urgent
The mega shells Bushmasters when I rock Gazelles
MK Ultra, gunfire and sulfur, trapping at hotels
Cocaine eggs dipped in colors, it ain't close to Easter
Farragut and Ralph, the dope spot next to Tony's Pizza
Got a thousand faces, this is just one of many
Two-thousand twenty, my blood fetish is customary
My aura is that of Moses in the Torah
Nineteen eighty-nine on tour with Sepultura
Laughing while blasting Sabbath on acid
It's the anthem, rest in peace Ruck, I throw a tantrum
I'm the illest of Bills, the realest of goons
A fucking savage, pull out my dick and piss on your shoes
(Pssssssssssss!)
Is Jay-Z Illuminati? Bohemian hov, alien roves
Elohemian probes realer than reptilian skulls
Trade crafts so nobody know who really involved
So much angel dust in my blood, I'm nearly embalmed
Blotter acid, Bobby Bronson, splatter cops with shotguns
Shots of vodka, shot the spot up with a box of Mossbergs
Step off of the plane, Switzerland snow
Always get paid steppin' on that Dominican blow
[Interlude]
[One million] he is very pleased with the quality of the shipments. They have done much to maintain peace in my area of the world
Will I be seeing him shortly?
No, not likely
[Verse 2: Goretex]
Young sadist, the iron rabbi, selling crack in Vegas
Space Invaders, Uncle Howie cooked 'em but he made 'em taste it
Under your futon, trying to pop your wig out
By the 69th Precinct, dying to take a pig out
No interference, 36 buildings, all clearance
Shoutout to Booker on the bus, rob bitches for their earrings
Rap Gary Holt, we cut these posers into veggie dumplings
Catch me indictment trying to cop the heavy something
Lord of detergent, black rabbi, feast of perversions
My lawyer's coked out, he a beast 'cause it's always urgent
The mega shells Bushmasters when I rock Gazelles
MK Ultra, gunfire and sulfur, trapping at hotels
Cocaine eggs dipped in colors, it ain't close to Easter
Farragut and Ralph, the dope spot next to Tony's Pizza
Got a thousand faces, this is just one of many
Two-thousand twenty, my blood fetish is customary
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