[Chorus: ILL BILL]
Yo! We watch empires disintegrate
Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate
We watch palaces burn
And either they caskets get turned to ashes or urns, word
We watch empires disintegrate
Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate
[Verse 1: Lord Goat]
You talkin’ to pigs like Ramzi Yousef
And he punch you smashing bricks like a Suplex
Fuck sleepin’ where the food kept
A Chevy Dually over your head, magic when I two-step
Ash your blunts out the moon deck
My crew is lookin’ for who’s next
Crip walkin’ on full blotters, we war mongers
Thor’s hammer, Henny blood shakes and sippin’ quarts of vodka
I’m like Latka from Taxi pickin’ up papi
Pappy Mason haircut now lookin’ like Gus Farace
Coby sweaters my builders like the Gobi Desert
The rabbi’s clean, the bullet is your only merit
Killers like Tom Skerritt, perfect aesthetic
Sergio Tacchini, cinderblock pot, they call me Carlo Fellini
Set my sights, catchin’ brain on transatlantic flights
We don’t pay the price, I’ll pay the grand with a bag of knives
Sellin’ white to fiends, her teeth lookin’ like a pair of dice
Or a soft ice, like angels we keep it on the bikes
Yo! We watch empires disintegrate
Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate
We watch palaces burn
And either they caskets get turned to ashes or urns, word
We watch empires disintegrate
Bring me Medusa’s head on a dinner plate
[Verse 1: Lord Goat]
You talkin’ to pigs like Ramzi Yousef
And he punch you smashing bricks like a Suplex
Fuck sleepin’ where the food kept
A Chevy Dually over your head, magic when I two-step
Ash your blunts out the moon deck
My crew is lookin’ for who’s next
Crip walkin’ on full blotters, we war mongers
Thor’s hammer, Henny blood shakes and sippin’ quarts of vodka
I’m like Latka from Taxi pickin’ up papi
Pappy Mason haircut now lookin’ like Gus Farace
Coby sweaters my builders like the Gobi Desert
The rabbi’s clean, the bullet is your only merit
Killers like Tom Skerritt, perfect aesthetic
Sergio Tacchini, cinderblock pot, they call me Carlo Fellini
Set my sights, catchin’ brain on transatlantic flights
We don’t pay the price, I’ll pay the grand with a bag of knives
Sellin’ white to fiends, her teeth lookin’ like a pair of dice
Or a soft ice, like angels we keep it on the bikes
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