Beware of the Pale Horse ILL BILL (Ft. William Cooper)

[Verse 1: ILL Bill]
Guerilla Star Wars weapons systems
Controlling my thoughts plus several pistols
The good shepherd listens, exercising mental figures
Illuminati enterprises with relentless interest
With it I enter the streets, conspiracy left to witness
Death and sickness stretch across the wilderness, etched in the scriptures
Molested temptresses whisper, plеasures of sex with ancestral sistеrs
Our terrorism influence decisions
Intercepting children, Timothy McVeigh, the federal buildings
The all-seeing eye, nuclear winter
Bleeding sky, talking to God screaming, "Why?" with tears in your eyes
Fall on your blade like a samurai, betrayal of his family ties
Agonize, violence amplifies, bystanders die
No reason, tattoo tears, chrome Jesus
Iced out Moses and planet pyramids in Giza
Seeking out your reinvention within the species of deception
Resemble humans but spawned from reptilian conception
Digital Mohammed, critical atomic, pinnacle and violent, cynical Islamics, symphonic
Microchip-atronic, Chips Ahoy, cyborgs are built to destroy
Murder world, I'm like arcade with a billion in coins
Better yet I'm like Bilderberg, pull away the curtain and reveal the word
Throw you in the dirt, split the work
I hit you with Star Wars heaters, helicopter hit your four-seater
ILL Bill the Cult Leader, porn theater