ILL BILL - ILL Bill TV lyrics
[ILL BILL - ILL Bill TV lyrics]
I spoke to Osama's cousin
He said that Jeb Bush was
Waiting with the helicopter blooded out
The Crips got Barry O at the teleprompter
Warlords argue over who brew the better vodka
Death is constant
Value of life's less than nonsense
Process this information for me
Suck it through the barcode implanted
In your face for free
You're just a Broken Arrow, homie
I'm a mushroom cloud
A walking suitcase nuke with a fuck you smile
Coked out hoes, sold out shows in Poland
Polo P-wings and Stadium hoodies
It's an explosion
Of the skull and guns, mafia meetings
FIB tags on Belt Parkway graffiti
The top of your face bleeding
What you reaching for
Get your fucking hand out your pocket
And tell your man to stop acting so pompous
You in the mosh pit, pay attention
Big Brother is watching
Matter of fact, so are all of y'all
My YouTube channel is bonkers
This is ILL Bill TV goons on the scene
Shooters with cream you glued to the screen
We could watch the twin
Towers evaporate, obliterate, incinerate
Or watch this big titty bitch
Dictate, I spit hate, spit love
I spit drugs, I innovate
I make digital transistors integrate
The eagle, the owl and the octopus
Secrets that are worth dying for
Symbolism debatable like existence
Of dinosaurs final Call
Witnesses of Jehovah spy in your door
Viral war
Pyramid occupied by the eye of the storm
Campus rampage, suicide high school
Typhoon of firebombs, tsunami of firearms
A monsoon of multinational corporate
Chirons and icons my logo might as well be
A planet strangled by pythons
Or better yet a skull with double guns
Motherfucker run left the undercover
Drugged him with a needle
From my brother Muggs
We make the music that your mother loves
Now she glued to the screen too
It's kinda bugged
This is ILL Bill TV goons on the scene
Shooters with cream you glued to the screen
He said that Jeb Bush was
Waiting with the helicopter blooded out
The Crips got Barry O at the teleprompter
Warlords argue over who brew the better vodka
Death is constant
Value of life's less than nonsense
Process this information for me
Suck it through the barcode implanted
In your face for free
You're just a Broken Arrow, homie
I'm a mushroom cloud
A walking suitcase nuke with a fuck you smile
Coked out hoes, sold out shows in Poland
Polo P-wings and Stadium hoodies
It's an explosion
Of the skull and guns, mafia meetings
FIB tags on Belt Parkway graffiti
The top of your face bleeding
What you reaching for
Get your fucking hand out your pocket
And tell your man to stop acting so pompous
You in the mosh pit, pay attention
Big Brother is watching
Matter of fact, so are all of y'all
My YouTube channel is bonkers
This is ILL Bill TV goons on the scene
Shooters with cream you glued to the screen
We could watch the twin
Towers evaporate, obliterate, incinerate
Or watch this big titty bitch
Dictate, I spit hate, spit love
I spit drugs, I innovate
I make digital transistors integrate
The eagle, the owl and the octopus
Secrets that are worth dying for
Symbolism debatable like existence
Of dinosaurs final Call
Witnesses of Jehovah spy in your door
Viral war
Pyramid occupied by the eye of the storm
Campus rampage, suicide high school
Typhoon of firebombs, tsunami of firearms
A monsoon of multinational corporate
Chirons and icons my logo might as well be
A planet strangled by pythons
Or better yet a skull with double guns
Motherfucker run left the undercover
Drugged him with a needle
From my brother Muggs
We make the music that your mother loves
Now she glued to the screen too
It's kinda bugged
This is ILL Bill TV goons on the scene
Shooters with cream you glued to the screen