[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
He who drink blood from the Nile hate the taste
Seen a nun take a demon dick straight to the face
Seen my uncle cook crack like he baking a cake
Matter fact baked brownies with a eight of the shake
Russell Simmons signed the Beastie Boys high on woolas
Rick Rubin was high too when Rick the Ruler was a shooter
Cuban link cable hanging lower than the table
My goons flip you'll be handing over all the paper
Gymnastic, flip coke and murder weapons
Savages make your bitch blow the German shepherd
Renegades of doom, Supercoven shoot your mother
Gucci jumper UZI dumper UZIs under Stüssy bumpers
Kalashnikovs under camouflage, grafting of the fluoride
True and living human God, shooter squads
Oracle like a Futura mural
Never taking shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's always the borough
[Chorus: ILL BILL] ×2
Egyptian Moses, 24 karat king tut piece
Fuck the Police, righteousness versus lust and deceit
Enough ice to manifest Christ like dust in the weed
Rest in peace Uncle Howie
Rest in peace Sean P!
[Verse 2: Goretex]
My goons corrupt like carpenter's union down to construction
I've entrusted you wrapped in the carpet tied with your lungs busted
Five warnings of God protective of vets
Fertilized flesh, left you with the burgundy vest
Surgeon Koresh, coroners can't determine your sex
It's soul arrest, no sweat, we bury pussies in war chests
Forty tubes emerge from your neck, you ain't a soldier yet
The P96 got me holding all the Soviets
Tooth and Nail encrypted bones where the evil roam
I'm sipping vino, guns and sleeves like the Gambino home
My synagogue invert the priest until his wig is gone
Incinerated, my hearts winter like a simple bomb
Artillery like Pakistani TECs with the hidden charm
Doctor Giggles, chemical agents with the kitchen arms
They call me "Pyrex Guns", from reps on the stove
Like Perry King from Riptide throw coke on the boats
He who drink blood from the Nile hate the taste
Seen a nun take a demon dick straight to the face
Seen my uncle cook crack like he baking a cake
Matter fact baked brownies with a eight of the shake
Russell Simmons signed the Beastie Boys high on woolas
Rick Rubin was high too when Rick the Ruler was a shooter
Cuban link cable hanging lower than the table
My goons flip you'll be handing over all the paper
Gymnastic, flip coke and murder weapons
Savages make your bitch blow the German shepherd
Renegades of doom, Supercoven shoot your mother
Gucci jumper UZI dumper UZIs under Stüssy bumpers
Kalashnikovs under camouflage, grafting of the fluoride
True and living human God, shooter squads
Oracle like a Futura mural
Never taking shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's always the borough
[Chorus: ILL BILL] ×2
Egyptian Moses, 24 karat king tut piece
Fuck the Police, righteousness versus lust and deceit
Enough ice to manifest Christ like dust in the weed
Rest in peace Uncle Howie
Rest in peace Sean P!
[Verse 2: Goretex]
My goons corrupt like carpenter's union down to construction
I've entrusted you wrapped in the carpet tied with your lungs busted
Five warnings of God protective of vets
Fertilized flesh, left you with the burgundy vest
Surgeon Koresh, coroners can't determine your sex
It's soul arrest, no sweat, we bury pussies in war chests
Forty tubes emerge from your neck, you ain't a soldier yet
The P96 got me holding all the Soviets
Tooth and Nail encrypted bones where the evil roam
I'm sipping vino, guns and sleeves like the Gambino home
My synagogue invert the priest until his wig is gone
Incinerated, my hearts winter like a simple bomb
Artillery like Pakistani TECs with the hidden charm
Doctor Giggles, chemical agents with the kitchen arms
They call me "Pyrex Guns", from reps on the stove
Like Perry King from Riptide throw coke on the boats
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