Axe of Abraxas (UPDATED) ILL BILL (Ft. Goretex & Sick Jacken)

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]:
Haha!
My mind’s like, coke and vodka mixed with post-apocalyptic soldiers armed with pistols
You don’t want the smoke, rollie, mind your business
Hits from the Bong, Cypress and the homies there
OG like Steven Seagal with the ponytail
Swords at award shows, warlords at the gun shows
Guns at the drug shows, me at all of the above shows
Whispers of whistling apparitions
Decapitated black cats and pigeons
Now there’s rats inside your kitchen!
Roaches in your microwave oven, they love it
The way you smother assortеd bugs
All up in your bed sheets and covers
Disgusting and mortifying
The thought of dying, somеrsaults across your mind
Then belly flop dives off the slide
For generation of money goons that drink Sunny Dew's
And still have a shootout right here in front of you’s!
Collect pistols like matching Polo hats
Each one a different color with a matching scope attached!

[Chorus: Lord Goat]:
Blood Tsunami, East Coast Mexican, twenty alibis
Camouflaged, with super surveillance, forever televised
Newest spots, two box murders movin' with two Glocks
Pig Champion from New LOX filled up a shoe box
Gore’s head, cape with the arm, I’m up in two spots
Supercoven, zoot suits, Gino’s and tube socks