Shoot First, Die Later ILL BILL (Ft. Goretex)

[Intro]
I live for the power surge of playing God, having the power of life and death in my hands

[Hook: ILL BILL]
Yo, my AK got a body, my UZI got two bodies homie
Virgins are holdin' this llama and two shotties
My Desert Eagle's what I used to teach my daughter to shoot
So blow off your fuckin’ balls and turn your dick into soup
Listen, fucko, I don’t trust nah none of y’all
You stay on the block, I be out, on another tour
Here we go, here we, here we go, in stereo
Keep the black MAC-11 tucked everywhere we go, brrap

[Verse 1: Lord Goat]
I spit decrepit, I'm a Metal legend, you're a Bitch Infection
I'm young Satan in the mirror, check for my reflection
I grow indoors, got the Porsche with graffiti walls
Dom Deloise bags, imported like Boston George
Rocky Dennis, lots of shots got your face drippin'
I'm not a rapper, just a killer who fillets his victims
Get that brown matzah from Sri Lanka, Nina DePonca
We rock stars, Heavy Metal killers move hot cars!

[Interlude]
Killings, stabbings, beatings, drive-by shootings, revenge killings, at one point, uhm, you amputate the arms of a rival gang member... Explain that to me!