Golan & Globus Heavy Metal Kings

[Hook]
Spit real game
I'll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Come on

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Yo, yo, yo
Leave you FUBAR
Quicker than eager shooters
Some bleeding tumors
Squeezing screaming UZIs
Some scheming losers at Peter Luger's
Goons with AK's and SUVs, creeps with eagles and Ubers
Shoot and cruise in blue Subarus
Pursuing you with Rugers
This is, slasher flicks with masochistic asshole britches
Gritty, pretty, big titty
Sarcastic bitches with the flashing nipples
Ask my fist don't walk upon the blasting pistols
Embrace Your Satan like when Metallica, moved the band to Frisco
I spit murder like the ghost of Cliff Burton
Rockin' a Rickenbacker, catch some bodies, intense like a pistol popper
Surrounded by savage clones and assassin drones
Laughable, just stay flammable like acetone
Made by Yakub high in his laboratory
The crafted leather suicide is mandatory
Sharper than Capricorn horns and Manowar swords
G's overseas like a Hasselhoff song