ILL BILL - Megatron lyrics
[ILL BILL - Megatron lyrics]
Please, stop hitting me
Where's Bill?!
Ah, I don't know who Bill is!
Bullshit!
ILL Bill, Mister ILL Bill, Mister ILL Bill
Mister ILL Bill
ILL Bill, y'all statik Selektah on the beat
For the homie Frank The Butcher
Yo, it's the Cult Leader, Megatron
I transform into a and my uncle on methadone
Brooklyn to the core, System of a Down
Pistols in your mouth, listen now
This is something else
Listen how we drift about
Risking our freedom by flipping out
Biscuit's in the round, pistols
At the ground
Spinning in and out of consciousness
Riddled with about a thousand clips
Criminally found around him, manically sick
Physically endowed to riot and flip
Muffled horrific sounds cancel you
Quiet is kept
Dump an entire TEC in your lungs
Occupying your breath
On your knees in front of me
Begging and crying for death
Demonically possessed, economically the best
Obsessed with sodomy and death
My commodity's a vest
Yeah, we wash brains and rob planes
You don't understand yet?
Lucifer's the angel that God pays, homie