I’m a Goon ILL BILL

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
I hold my pistol like the Bible
Turn the page to a verse of vengeance
Volcanoes of violence erupt in the words of each sentence
Here's a toast to the death of my enemies
My energy similar to the Devil's chi
My treachery stretch for centuries
Menacing venomously, make you hemorrhage tremendously
My five senses suspended in weed and Hennessy
You bleed endlessly, my greed gets me everything
Pussy, cars, anything, the means to fulfill any dream
I'm a fiend for the better things
La Coka Nostra, my team be veterans
Uncle Howie get the cream, who's better bitch?
Forever rich, lock me up and throw away the key
I'll still never snitch
I'm a goon!

[Hook]
(Wild-style goons in the room)
I'm a goon with a golden six-shooter and a mullet
I'm a goon
We the ones that they write movies about
(Uncle Howie goons take over)

[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
I make the mosh pit spin like the Anthrax "Indians" video
Here we go, a cross between Slipknot and Willie Bobo
So dope, I cause relapses and overdoses
Explosive like stone tablets in the hands of Moses
The most focused on global implosion
Bill burn the truth into your eyes, leaving both of them smoking
Smile for the barrel, swallow the Magnum
Laughing in your face while the back of your head is vomiting fragments
You can't Kill Bill, that was a movie, you can't move me
Withstand the maximum impact of UZIs or AK-47s
I'm already dead, it's ILL BILL, the 2011 Melle Mel
Motherfucker what's really real? Really ill?
Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel
Yo we really will
Through windshields, windpipes and car seats
You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie