ILL BILL, STU BANGAS, Goretex - Antron Singleton lyrics

"I don’t think in his 26 years he’s
Ever indicated a propensity to eat people
Or do the things that he did to
This young lady this young man
Is walking down the street, two
O'clock in the afternoon
Butt naked and blood
Is all over his face, blood is
On his arms, and his hands, his chest"

"Do you know that you where, um
You were actually chewing on her flesh
Allegedly when the cops came?"

"I mean, all I can remember, you know
That the world was going to end
And I had to find the Devil and
Kill the Devil before the world ended"

Would you ever have thought that
A rapper could cannibalize you?
Angel dust is a hell of a buzz
It'd take your mind through
The nine Luciferian planes
You could stick a pineapple up the
Ass of the Aryan race
I'm the sorcerer Supreme, Emperor of box loco
Razor dance on your face
I make the eyes vocal
YOLO, make my ice-pick do the Pogo
Homie, you get barbecued like pierogi
Cut off your fucking head
Hang you on my wall like a trophy
Coka Nostra like Macho Man
Posted with Oakley's
Gorilla goons with bulletproof few cars
And blood poupon
My cop shoot cop for fun coupons
Piss on thousand dollar lesbians
My, shooters are killing everything
I hire Chechnyans
Serving static, silver platters of people
Murder is my sedan
Witness the madness and evil

"This drug is not a plaything
It’s not a beer, it’s
Not a Marijuana cigarette this
Is something so mind-altering
That it will make you a cannibal or a beast"

Pop the choppers heavy
Got the white cookies 'cause it's customary
Acid ceremonies got that
Jerry laboratory steri'
8 balls like Tatum O'Neal
Mixed in with matzo meal mausoleum drama
You get dug up like a poppy field
Desert heavy-metal shells
Thrashers rock Gazelles
Ayatollah pot, cocaina, helicopter krill
Jeff Walker med students
Ghoulish, another deli shooter
Cemetery dips, no lips
Just respect the shooters
Get your paper Paul Newman, Propofol protocol
I keep bitches around that
Look like Rollergirl
I'm like Antron when I feast on dead space
A ribcage, refrigerator arms and slit face
Inverted reverend
Vomit on the host of heaven
Seventh Roman shepherds
Manischewitz and clerics and
Charlie's resurrection
Gnarly like Spicoli on jelly
Since I was embryonic
Take this chalice, drink from my veins
The pain is cosmic