ILL BILL - Superb Clientele lyrics

Saint Peter
My family’s saint now as that card
Burns so may your soul
Burn in Hell if you betray
Your friends or the family
Now rub your hands together like this
And repeat after me: May I burn in Hell
(May I burn in Hell) if I betray my friends
(if I betray my friends) - Congratulations!

Yo! Caveman versus astronauts
Shooters of chrome
Versus computers and drones, drop the addy
Uzi’s explode they overturned a cop car
Hit the precinct with the rocket launcher
Heroin everywhere
Thеse streets is like a poppy orchard

Burners with beams, murder supreme – Oh!
(Murder Supreme)

Young Gene Simmons by himself till
I arrive in hell (Yes)
I don’t drive well the cars mines throw the
Threaded barrel poking
Out the back windows mine as well

Or chop it up about the Anunnaki
Yin and Yang my shooters spin
And bang like Canarsie

Superb clientele, murder die and kill
Certified Ill, I am Bill
Listen to the rhyme spill
Or better yet twirl like a hollow shell
Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell

A legacy of legendary legends
The very essence of every death-wish

You can feel it in the air
It’s a heavy presence
It’s everywhere, effervescence your senses
It’s hard to tell if that’s the
Beginning or what the end is

The glyphs thirty shots, enough to end this
A whole lotta gang shit going on
It’s endless

Choppers chop you in half like a banana split

Tuck the llama inside her panties
Next to her punani
Send five shots twirlin’ everybody dyin’

Superb clientele, murder die and kill
Certified Ill, I am Bill
Listen to the rhyme spill
Or better yet twirl like a hollow shell
Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell
Say goodbye
ILL Bill the motherfucking legend!
Non Phixion, La Coka Nostra
Heavy Metal Kings, gorilla Twins
Pay Homage! That man be givin’ you
Fire for over two decades
When you see ILL Bill
Salute that motherfucker, stupid!