ILL BILL, Goretex, Sick Jacken - Axe of Abraxas (UPDATED) lyrics

Haha! My mind’s like
Coke and vodka mixed with post-apocalyptic
Soldiers armed with pistols
You don’t want the smoke, rollie
Mind your business hit's from the Bong
Cypress and the homies there
OG like Steven Seagal with the ponytail
Swords at award shows
Warlords at the gun shows
Guns at the drug shows
Me at all of the above shows
Whispers of whistling apparitions
Decapitated black cats and pigeons
Now there’s rats inside your kitchen!
Roaches in your microwave oven, they love it
The way you smother assortеd bugs
All up in your bed sheets and covers
Disgusting and mortifying
The thought of dying
Somеrsaults across your mind
Then belly flop dives off the slide
For generation of money goons
That drink Sunny Dew's
And still have a shootout right
Here in front of you’s!
Collect pistols like matching Polo hats
Each one a different color with
A matching scope attached!

Blood Tsunami, East Coast Mexican
Twenty alibis
Camouflaged, with super surveillance
Forever televised newest spots
Two box murders movin' with two Glocks
Pig Champion from New LOX filled
Up a shoe box
Gore’s head, cape with the arm
I’m up in two spots supercoven, zoot suit's
Gino’s and tube socks

Piece of shit, you dig what I'm sayin'?
If this is where Abaraxus comes in
If they didn't have the love to do
It then who the fuck could?

I never knew what destiny was
Never thought I'd get close to win every buzz
Now I see what being my own enemy does
Shit he gotta be for broke
I hit with the slugs this is real life
I don't give a fuck about this rap shit
Looking for the truth while I'm
Swimmin' in the acid never found the answer
But, I enjoy the transit
Anything to get out of a
World that's made of plastic!
I'm out of place 'cause that's what I chose
I see they finally tipped the scale
With sheep in designer clothes i never
Follow the leader because I'd
Be walkin' in circles
Grown men sippin' medicine enslaved in purple
They gangbang the Hangman
Colors with the Pac-Man
A gender in my area that hurt
The brown and black man
Now the prisons are filled with
Half of my block
Then blur the line between the
Truth of pussy and cock, it's crazy!

Blood Tsunami, East Coast Mexican
Twenty alibis
Camouflaged, with super surveillance
Forever televised newest spots
Two box murders movin' with two Glocks
Pig Champion from New LOX filled
Up a shoe box
Gore’s head, cape with the arm
I’m up in two spots supercoven, zoot suit's
Gino’s and tube socks

I respect that same asshole and
I'm down with him everyday
That's Abaraxus man!
We roll on-we be rollin' hard since
You come on the chair, tell 'em fuck
You you son of a bitch, don't you
Shit and piss in his face
You dig what I'm sayin'?
Knock him down, then he comes back
And feeds me with it
And let's me live, and when he let's me live
Then I look
Back at him and I say "well haha, you know
You know
It's not so bad after all if you let me live
So now I have to let you live!"