ILL BILL - Green Lantern Freestyle lyrics

Ayo I plan to be a billionaire
God forgive me for my evil
For doing really fucked up
Things to good people
I rob a rich man, try to make the world equal
To buy my moms a crib dog
I’m down to hurt people
I got ten pounds of shrooms
On my kitchen table
Just sniffed an eight ball
Out my bitch’s navel
Satellite dish, watch the Exorcist on cable
Compare what I do to the evil that they do
I save you like Jesus and
Them latter day saints
Splatter their brains
Take their platinum chains and their
Charlie Brown leather straight
Let me get that
Psychological Records death rap
Necrodamus make the best tracks
My music make you want to sell crack
I turn invisible and breeze through
I rob drug dealers just like DT’s do
And body DT’s same as drug dealers do
So fuck feeling you
I’d rather bust three in you
Exploding school buses, Jews, Muslims
Christians
What the fuck’s the difference? We
All want money, drugs, and bitches
Let’s keep it real, even television’s a drug
If weed is a drug a Green
Lantern CD is a drug i speaks in tongues
My peeps is all thieves and thugs
Creeps with guns, Crips, Latin Kings
And Bloods we generous with the heat but
We cheap with love
Arrest me? Never that, the police is dumb
I was born to die, walk around high
This piece of shit planet got my mind
Designed to rhyme about the madness
Closed caskets, prostitutes and crack heads
We battle much, respect the cash gets
Been a savage ever since
Read a lot of books, threw
A lot of right hooks
Stuck up a lot of crooks
I represent Brooklyn when I’m out the hood
Now the whole world’s captivated
Gang related
See me in my video being assassinated
I’m like the seventies when
Everybody sniff coke
Slit throats, spit quotes
Expensive like mink coats
Why I’m so fucked up only my shrink knows
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
I’ve seen it all in my short life
Me and my peeps is all trife
If we ain’t sticking your moms
Then we fucking your wife
If it ain’t weed in my blunts
Then there’s dust in my pipe
If it ain’t slugs in my guns
Then there’s blood on my knife
I put you to sleep
Now you just a cousin of life
Ill Bill motherfucker make you
Jump in a fight this is for the streets
I could give a fuck what you like
Even my freestyles could fuck up
Any shit that you write