ILL BILL:
I don’t wear a chain, I snatch and bring them to Jack at Albee Square Mall
Big homie, bringing it back
Farragut Road, Uncle Howie’s heroin habits
No competition, these other rappers they’re all faggots
I keep it hotter than summer of 88
Jordan 3’s on my feet, right before they dropped “Do the right thing”
Beyond that, I’m top rank
Hard beats, hard raps
Million dollar contracts, billions on my mind, man
The kid is prepared, always carrying pistols in pairs
I calculate like a digital scale
Kept it fresh even after Non Phixion was staled
Crashing Ferraris like Vince Neil after sniffing a rail
“ILL BILL be the future” is real
Volume 2: I’m Goon, homie, like an ice pick in your ear
My beats lock you up like I hit your face with a brick, you half-dead
But my lines is still making you think
ILL BILL, LCN, this felon is venomous
And get more pussy like Hellen DeGeneres
Extra-intelligent, relevant, degenerate
From Canarsie’s cemetery to The Glenwood tenements
Hang with gangs, bang beats, bang with pistols
Anything that I’m involved with bangs official
If she wants it like that, I'ma bang your sister
Run up on the president’s wife and bang the system
Listen
Oh, y’all didn’t know I make beats, did you?
There is a lot y’all motherfuckers don’t know about me, man
2007, ILL BILL, The motherfucking Cult Leader
The Hour of Reprisal, La Coka Nostra’s A Brand You Can Trust
I don’t know if y’all motherfuckers is ready, you think they ready?

SLAINE:
Yo, you wanna fucking drive for me, man?
You got to get drunk before you drive, what the fuck
ILL BILL is the future, I’m the past, I’m a never-was
Whatever, let this shit play
Banging shit, fuck it