[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
My aura is that of Moses in the Torah
Nineteen eighty-nine on tour with Sepultura
Laughing while blasting Sabbath on acid
It's the anthem, rest in peace Ruck, I throw a tantrum
I'm the illest of Bills, the realest of goons
A fucking savage, pull out my dick and piss on your shoes
(Pssssssssssss!)
Is Jay-Z Illuminati? Bohemian hov, alien roves
Elohemian probes realer than reptilian skulls
Trade crafts so nobody know who really involved
So much angel dust in my blood, I'm nearly embalmed
Blotter acid, Bobby Bronson, splatter cops with shotguns
Shots of vodka, shot the spot up with a box of Mossbergs
Step off of the plane, Switzerland snow
Always get paid steppin' on that Dominican blow

[Interlude]
[One million] he is very pleased with the quality of the shipments. They have done much to maintain peace in my area of the world
Will I be seeing him shortly?
No, not likely

[Verse 2: Goretex]
Young sadist, the iron rabbi, selling crack in Vegas
Space Invaders, Uncle Howie cooked 'em but he made 'em taste it
Under your futon, trying to pop your wig out
By the 69th Precinct, dying to take a pig out
No interference, 36 buildings, all clearance
Shoutout to Booker on the bus, rob bitches for their earrings
Rap Gary Holt, we cut these posers into veggie dumplings
Catch me indictment trying to cop the heavy something
Lord of detergent, black rabbi, feast of perversions
My lawyer's coked out, he a beast 'cause it's always urgent
The mega shells Bushmasters when I rock Gazelles
MK Ultra, gunfire and sulfur, trapping at hotels
Cocaine eggs dipped in colors, it ain't close to Easter
Farragut and Ralph, the dope spot next to Tony's Pizza
Got a thousand faces, this is just one of many
Two-thousand twenty, my blood fetish is customary
[Interlude]
Well, it's a great honor to - be closely associated, that closely associated with the Messiah
Proof that God doesn't pick good people
Are y-- Are you not a good person?
No, I'm very evil

[Verse 3: Slaine]
Stories of my demise have been reported
A mission sent for reconnaissance of the slaughtered
With this order, I'm the prince of disorder
I'm alive, a survivor without a mention of water
Your attempts have been thwarted
All attempts have been thwarted
My intentions of vengeance are engines for Rigor Mortis
Entrances of the aura intense as if I record 'em
But sentences written on the park benches I was brought up on
Lyrics jotted on my skin and blood-written
Buzzin' around in my head, shit I was bug-bitten
Bedridden, drug smitten, in and out of love with 'em
It's like I found what I said inside a drug kitchen
Pitchin' Dominican blow with a boatload to sell
Two bitches wired off the 'Gnac, they both from Brazil
Breath reeking of SoCo, pussy, Coco Chanel
Jesus hanging from my neck hoping I don't go to hell
Another afternoon on a dog day
Word to God I'm evolved in a hard way
For you to fuck with me stupid that would be an odd play
How quickly we can turn this shit to bullets over Broadway
Car thief jumper, Nazi dumper
New-school Archie Bunker, watch me hunker
Down impossibly be drunk again dumb fuck
And beat the Liberace batty boy punk up, I'm uncut