Goretex, ILL BILL - The Virtual Goat lyrics
[Goretex, ILL BILL - The Virtual Goat lyrics]
2025 alive, solar powered nines, hard times
Sometimes I'm surprised that the
World's even survived a world of weapons
A world of deception, technological tension
I take drugs to forget, freedom of expression
I'd rather not dwell on evil intentions
I'd rather fuck a hologram
Fuck with these evil inventions
Remember when porn was one-dimensional?
Evil Angels will implant images in your
Brain to have sex with you
The girl of your choice
Fuck an interactive menu
Pop a pill to trigger the
System im-planted in you
A simple operation redefining the
Term go fuck yourself
In a simple conversation
I see modern religion collapse
Under money and machines
God is the remote control in
Your laptop computer screen computer worship
Make you lose it to shoot a person
Log in for another consumer purchase
World downfall
Hit the town raw, enter the round door
Cold war, splatter your fitted like coleslaw
Rotten Swiss, cold mortuaries for dips
Sanitation rolling your limb with
The garbage of fish blood, Crips and killers
Ratchets for doing the thriller
Handle my biz
But don't you dare ruin my dinner
Feminine thug, you more like a actual flamer
Pull your rug out
Steal your bitch and clap at her later
Screaming "Hey, pelican
" trains of coke on my cock
Where the hoes at
We rapping for them kids on lock
Hate me, cause I hate you too
We shake hands the American way
Then settle it with clips and Glocks
Tripping off kid, ey, rip your eye out
Like Thom Yorke
Carry a torch for execution, style and sport
We tour drive-bys on the mongoose for poor
This ain't rhetorical, we'll body you up
Prolly the next tour
Sometimes I'm surprised that the
World's even survived a world of weapons
A world of deception, technological tension
I take drugs to forget, freedom of expression
I'd rather not dwell on evil intentions
I'd rather fuck a hologram
Fuck with these evil inventions
Remember when porn was one-dimensional?
Evil Angels will implant images in your
Brain to have sex with you
The girl of your choice
Fuck an interactive menu
Pop a pill to trigger the
System im-planted in you
A simple operation redefining the
Term go fuck yourself
In a simple conversation
I see modern religion collapse
Under money and machines
God is the remote control in
Your laptop computer screen computer worship
Make you lose it to shoot a person
Log in for another consumer purchase
World downfall
Hit the town raw, enter the round door
Cold war, splatter your fitted like coleslaw
Rotten Swiss, cold mortuaries for dips
Sanitation rolling your limb with
The garbage of fish blood, Crips and killers
Ratchets for doing the thriller
Handle my biz
But don't you dare ruin my dinner
Feminine thug, you more like a actual flamer
Pull your rug out
Steal your bitch and clap at her later
Screaming "Hey, pelican
" trains of coke on my cock
Where the hoes at
We rapping for them kids on lock
Hate me, cause I hate you too
We shake hands the American way
Then settle it with clips and Glocks
Tripping off kid, ey, rip your eye out
Like Thom Yorke
Carry a torch for execution, style and sport
We tour drive-bys on the mongoose for poor
This ain't rhetorical, we'll body you up
Prolly the next tour