[Verse 1: Ill Bill]
Live in the shadow of alien tribes with eyes the size of flying saucers
Funeral assassins spraying automatics out of coffins
Creeps with Lamas bogart like Feech LaManna
? supreme Japanese piranhas freezing the spinal
Draw, die first, Russian fanatics
If sleep is the cousin of death then death is the cousin of sadness
Murder’s the cousin of madness, love is the cousin of that bitch
I smash shit, give me my money I’m anxious
Crisp hundreds in the envelope, dookie on the ?
Spit roughish with the hella flow, hootie on the blow
Buy up arms, molotovs, Irish car bombs
Wild out squads, I body those, nine in my palm
Only the dead have seen the end of war
We use the tools of vengeance
Fuck interrogation room confessions
Keep your mouth shut, I’d rather stay true to friendship
And follow that rule until everything I knew has ended
[Hook]
I’m like a meteorite, I’m like graffiti you write
If you knew the meaning of life amongst the greedy and trife
Two hundred forty thousand miles of neural threads in the human brain
Enough to stretch from planet Earth to the moon’s terrain
All I need is nine millimeters to think
I put it in perfect perspective so that people can take
Time to digest my thoughts, connect to receiver
Slice heads with swords drench you with ether
Live in the shadow of alien tribes with eyes the size of flying saucers
Funeral assassins spraying automatics out of coffins
Creeps with Lamas bogart like Feech LaManna
? supreme Japanese piranhas freezing the spinal
Draw, die first, Russian fanatics
If sleep is the cousin of death then death is the cousin of sadness
Murder’s the cousin of madness, love is the cousin of that bitch
I smash shit, give me my money I’m anxious
Crisp hundreds in the envelope, dookie on the ?
Spit roughish with the hella flow, hootie on the blow
Buy up arms, molotovs, Irish car bombs
Wild out squads, I body those, nine in my palm
Only the dead have seen the end of war
We use the tools of vengeance
Fuck interrogation room confessions
Keep your mouth shut, I’d rather stay true to friendship
And follow that rule until everything I knew has ended
[Hook]
I’m like a meteorite, I’m like graffiti you write
If you knew the meaning of life amongst the greedy and trife
Two hundred forty thousand miles of neural threads in the human brain
Enough to stretch from planet Earth to the moon’s terrain
All I need is nine millimeters to think
I put it in perfect perspective so that people can take
Time to digest my thoughts, connect to receiver
Slice heads with swords drench you with ether
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