[Chorus: ILL BILL x2]:
My shooter charge per body but the UZI extra
Young '84 Scorpions, Rudy Schenker
Young Ayatollahs explode like Sepultura live in Mexico
From the watchtower death unfolds

[Verse 1: Lord Goat]:
If I'm underpaid I'd murder, I'm under ya safe
Hustlin' waste Upstate, tryna bury bodies in one crate
Paint dealer, you get that coffin sealer off one plate
Gun case, my Hebrew lawyer rushin' off drug case
Work smelly, rock weird shades likе that kid from Belly
Dosed out Santana at Woodstock, Syd Barrett jеlly
Melly Mel shirts in touchdown, we throwin' confettis
Scagnetti, tryna catch Mickey slippin', he wasn't ready
Overturn the cosmos, we emperors of light
Send a kite, said Satan was attempt of a Christ
Young Tiamat, the stove on the chain that was the best advice
'Cause all I need is a workin' kitchen and steady lights
Like an expedition incision with the heavy white, heavy stripes
The nozzle blow straight through your windpipe
Laid up in hospice, mosh pits with the safety off
Pagan gods spray your face off, clean it in Cajun sauce

[Chorus: ILL BILL]:
My shooter charge per body but the UZI extra
Young '84 Scorpions, Rudy Schenker
Young Ayatollahs explode like Sepultura live in Mexico
From the watchtower death unfolds
[Verse 2: Spit Gemz]:
The tactician, I'm backflippin' attack tissue get snatched off a bone, snap like styrofoam
Style like I'll be Zutampos? with Avos on
Swingin' Amancana while I'm singin' my survival song
Immigration walls and elegant prophecies
Vaccinations and various aerial anomalies
I don't think it's possible for me not to express myself
I don't see no obstacle for me beside my lesser self
I'll die when it's time why stress myself I'm
Stumblin' through the jungle mumblin' a drunkard's banter
Severed head hangin' from my hand, like a lantern
Y'all don't have a hard fuckin' time with me
For real, bitin' real life ain't what you rhymin' to be
Words gold, there's elements that's foul in your speech
One blow, connectin' to the side of your beak
You'll be on the sidewalk but, inside of the street
Your jib still be in your fronts like one solid piece, that's deep
What happens when you lie to your teeth
We can see a snake's tongue slide out when they speak, sheeshhh

[Verse 3: Blizz from Juice]:
Sponsored by Milo, a handsome prostitution rings
Waitin' next door!
Waitin' to more buy new like prostitution stings
Bloody towels, peelin' back the wooden panels
Hear your screams through the screen outside when I change the channel
Catch pop in your tracks!
Couple wallies die with blood in my way
Somethin' weight in my wrist then I blew his flannel
Close encounters!
I'm in the shadows like Colonel Kurtz
Coven initiation!
Bang on the cop or burn a church
I'm too smart for Mensa, more like Shady hoppin' fences
Slip your internet in sensors don't forget to leave a message
Singin' in the Rain, mask coverin' our mouth
Laughin' as you watch his fucker homies rummage through ya house!
I'm rugged like security footage
You stickin' to a pile o' leaves, face appears to be bludgeoned
Clean like Danny Tanner on blooms!
Say what's up to the public
Spend my entire Saturday morning pumpin' his stomach!
[Interlude]:
Que ce ni carona de tenerte quanto los uniformados les marcaron el alto, e linder campio de disparos extendio por varios minutos, quatros os spechosos foro de tenidos e ne lugar, otros complices lo grarones capar, el recrudes si nento de la violencia se evidencia en en los ultimos dias, eneste corredor por don del cartel del pacifico, yuotos grupes criminales per le an por la plaza

[Chorus: ILL BILL x2]:
My shooter charge per body but the UZI extra
Young '84 Scorpions Rudy Schenker
Young Ayatollahs explode like Sepultura live in Mexico
From the watchtower death unfolds