World War Hulk - Ill Bill, Stu Bangas, Goretex

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

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

The bombs from the planes whistling slow

Always get paid, step in on that Dominican blow

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 bugger 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

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

Wasn’t 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

Picture Dominican blow with a boatload to sell

Two bitches wired of the 'Gnac, they both from Brazil

Breath reeking of soak or 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 thumper

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