ILL BILL, Q-Unique - Manson vs Berkowitz lyrics
[ILL BILL, Q-Unique - Manson vs Berkowitz lyrics]
Dirty hands over a sacrificial lamb
I got mad issues so I’m
Snatching the pistol fam
The green trees got me into orbit
Where I found the skeletal remains
Of a mafia informant i’m from Gravesend
Where from out of the playpen
You could get paid from filling
The graves with made men
No remorse like the end of a nasty divorce
Marshall versus the sleestak with her
Hand on the torch
Land of the Lost, hit you with chrome barrels
Or with stone arrows
Could turn your oceans into blood
Like Mo told Pharaoh
They exit Egypt thousand years before
The death of Jesus
Millenniums before these devils
Invented diseases creators of AIDS
Ice-cold like vapors in space
Institutionalized like hiding razor
Blades in cakes
Incarcerated Scarfaces that'll rape your face
To let you know what fucking time
It is like Flava Flav we burn it up
Like Manson versus Berkowitz we turn it up
Like acid versus Percocets we serve it up
Like assassins that flirt with death
We sherm it up
Like gangsters versus stick-up kids
This is the mind of violence
With a designer virus
Screw on the silencer in time so
You can die in silence
Capital-Q decapitate capitalist rappers
I put a cap in they back
After I turn my cap backwards
The blood on the hands of Pontius Pilate
Dwell on the underworld’s of the
City where the monster's hiding
The mind of Heath Ledger with
A handful of pills
My face covered in makeup and
A plan for the kill
The massacre's real
Like crackheads dancing for krills
A hairy situation like a tarantula's meal
I’m like a cross between
A scorpion and Kevorkian
My impact will flatten a
Skyscraper like an accordion
Award-winning war villains
Playing hopscotch across buildings
And toss trucks like Matchbox
Cars at your children
Homie, I square off like a Sicilian
Fuck priceless
Cause every word I write cost a million
I got mad issues so I’m
Snatching the pistol fam
The green trees got me into orbit
Where I found the skeletal remains
Of a mafia informant i’m from Gravesend
Where from out of the playpen
You could get paid from filling
The graves with made men
No remorse like the end of a nasty divorce
Marshall versus the sleestak with her
Hand on the torch
Land of the Lost, hit you with chrome barrels
Or with stone arrows
Could turn your oceans into blood
Like Mo told Pharaoh
They exit Egypt thousand years before
The death of Jesus
Millenniums before these devils
Invented diseases creators of AIDS
Ice-cold like vapors in space
Institutionalized like hiding razor
Blades in cakes
Incarcerated Scarfaces that'll rape your face
To let you know what fucking time
It is like Flava Flav we burn it up
Like Manson versus Berkowitz we turn it up
Like acid versus Percocets we serve it up
Like assassins that flirt with death
We sherm it up
Like gangsters versus stick-up kids
This is the mind of violence
With a designer virus
Screw on the silencer in time so
You can die in silence
Capital-Q decapitate capitalist rappers
I put a cap in they back
After I turn my cap backwards
The blood on the hands of Pontius Pilate
Dwell on the underworld’s of the
City where the monster's hiding
The mind of Heath Ledger with
A handful of pills
My face covered in makeup and
A plan for the kill
The massacre's real
Like crackheads dancing for krills
A hairy situation like a tarantula's meal
I’m like a cross between
A scorpion and Kevorkian
My impact will flatten a
Skyscraper like an accordion
Award-winning war villains
Playing hopscotch across buildings
And toss trucks like Matchbox
Cars at your children
Homie, I square off like a Sicilian
Fuck priceless
Cause every word I write cost a million