[Hook 1: ILL Bill]
Yeah yeah I shot Reagan
Fuckin' pagan ate falafel with Menachem Begin
Who the fuck is Carl Sagan?
[Hook 2: ILL Bill]
I'm the space invader
Ill hieroglyphic translation navigator
Read your thoughts, make you think we chill
Then I blast you later
[Verse 1: Sabac]
We burn the fucking flag
I shot the Devil down like we in Baghdad
His wife's the hostage
Her body parts up in a grab bag
Now watch the gun blast, holding your chest, marked for death
The President's been shot, somebody notify the press
It's all Reaganomics, welfare, weapons and drugs
The government is thugs, that's why the leader caught a slug
Handle your business, we're writing Yiddish on your wish list
My mind's the sickest, deknowledged devils on my shit list
[Verse 2: Necro]
Necrodamus, hip-hop psychic, bring you the next shady election
Then infected your mind was unprotected
You think me approaching you with a knife looks bad
It'll be worse, when I slice up your flesh it look all plaid
Keep the muskets up in the book bag, and when a crook stabs
You in the brain, verbally you feel like you dog tagged
The mental grave, which you buried under the dug plot
The walk-in drug spot, a nice picture for me the mug shot, what?
Yeah yeah I shot Reagan
Fuckin' pagan ate falafel with Menachem Begin
Who the fuck is Carl Sagan?
[Hook 2: ILL Bill]
I'm the space invader
Ill hieroglyphic translation navigator
Read your thoughts, make you think we chill
Then I blast you later
[Verse 1: Sabac]
We burn the fucking flag
I shot the Devil down like we in Baghdad
His wife's the hostage
Her body parts up in a grab bag
Now watch the gun blast, holding your chest, marked for death
The President's been shot, somebody notify the press
It's all Reaganomics, welfare, weapons and drugs
The government is thugs, that's why the leader caught a slug
Handle your business, we're writing Yiddish on your wish list
My mind's the sickest, deknowledged devils on my shit list
[Verse 2: Necro]
Necrodamus, hip-hop psychic, bring you the next shady election
Then infected your mind was unprotected
You think me approaching you with a knife looks bad
It'll be worse, when I slice up your flesh it look all plaid
Keep the muskets up in the book bag, and when a crook stabs
You in the brain, verbally you feel like you dog tagged
The mental grave, which you buried under the dug plot
The walk-in drug spot, a nice picture for me the mug shot, what?
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