If Warlord Ruled the World ILL BILL

[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
The Warlord, the Cult Leader
Backed by a small army of highly trained killers and villains
We be the illest in guerilla war
Shoot 'em up, dip behind trees and squeeze
The uniforms, Army fatigues
The Warlord with the scary squad
Genghis Khan, military God
Mr. Rocket Launcher with a heavy arm
Terrorist to some people he's a freedom fighter
To some a war criminal, to others the Messiah
A symbol of hope but dressed in a cloak of hate
Baby Hitler with a poker face and a cobra's taste
Conqueror my еnemies heads on top of spikеs surround my door
My sword's sheath is the mouth of a whore
Brain of Einstein, beard like Osama
Shoot a seven-forty-seven out the sky with the Llama
Who's crucified, who dies, who survives?
Who's the Warlord?
Ride up on 'em with a moped
Shoot 'em in the eye!

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[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
A rise to power, five star General Eisenhower
He’d rather face death as a hero than die as a coward
Alexander, Hannibal, Caesar or Sun Tzu
Shooters who put away their guns and kill you with Kung Fu
Strategy applied, gladiator streets of Maya
Heat suppliers, soldiers of fortune that creep for hire
Kidnap journalists
Black sights with midnight is permanent
Professionally contracted Murder Inc
The Warlord with the Uzi and the sawed-off
Will have your fucking feet sawed off then watch you crawl off
Haha, ISIS is CIA, kumbaya
I don’t give a fuck who I spray, I’ve already been paid
Became a killer aged thirteen
I remember the first time, I can still hear their screams (Ahhh!)
Fascinated by power drills and hollow shells
And even more by how having power feels