ILL BILL, D.V. Alias Khryst - WHAT'S MY DRUG? lyrics
[ILL BILL, D.V. Alias Khryst - WHAT'S MY DRUG? lyrics]
Fuck a fight, I'll bite off half your ear
Travel through the air like a deadly
Virus and strangle half the year
Paralyze the planet while Illuminazi
Quietly carry out their
Plan to enslave us despite the panic
Up the ante, triple down
Get your pistols out
Trump-faced Baphomet rockin' Hitler's crown
Conehead hoodie champion sound
Bulletproof shooters cruise through
With adamantium frowns
Sugar-free watermelon jello ketosis
We focused
Three toasters underneath thе sofa plus
The heat I'm holdin' young Baloff
Get your fucking skull sprayеd off
Then I skate off you, Fakin' the Funk
Word to Main Source
The world worship perverted gods
Words are charged and bursting sparks
Like an overturned burning car
From the Flossy, call me Young Canarsie
Young Pesci
They'll either kill me or arrest me
That's my destiny
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? I prefer pot
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
(Oh, check it, yo)
Goddammit, top savage, pop magnum at ops
And cops' badges, conjuring nonstop madness
Truck jewelry, heavy ice, plus plenty Polo
Tuck the uzi
"F" me twice like the Fendi logo
Only Built for Gucci Linx
Snatch diamond rings
Clap 9s at pigs, snatch crowns from kings
Overthrow the empire, slay emperors
Ayatollahs of endless war at
A tremendous cost diamond-Ruby snatcher
Booby trapper uzi clapper
Groupies in Gucci sandals yapping
Keeping your shooters happy
Illmatic luxurious like silk fabric
Official pistol pageant, witches' magic
Titties hanging
Listen, don't make a fucking jerk out of me
I ain't gettin' fucked like Gribbs
They murked Prodigy
They killed Biggie Smalls and Jam Master Jay
What the fuck is really going
On? Somebody has to pay
What if Suge Knight and Diddy were the CIA?
Killed our favorite rappers
Even gave Eazy AIDS cobra tongue
Smoky lung with the smoking gun canoli blunt
Either I'm totally batshit or holy fuck!
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? I prefer pot
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
(Oh, check it, yo)
Travel through the air like a deadly
Virus and strangle half the year
Paralyze the planet while Illuminazi
Quietly carry out their
Plan to enslave us despite the panic
Up the ante, triple down
Get your pistols out
Trump-faced Baphomet rockin' Hitler's crown
Conehead hoodie champion sound
Bulletproof shooters cruise through
With adamantium frowns
Sugar-free watermelon jello ketosis
We focused
Three toasters underneath thе sofa plus
The heat I'm holdin' young Baloff
Get your fucking skull sprayеd off
Then I skate off you, Fakin' the Funk
Word to Main Source
The world worship perverted gods
Words are charged and bursting sparks
Like an overturned burning car
From the Flossy, call me Young Canarsie
Young Pesci
They'll either kill me or arrest me
That's my destiny
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? I prefer pot
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
(Oh, check it, yo)
Goddammit, top savage, pop magnum at ops
And cops' badges, conjuring nonstop madness
Truck jewelry, heavy ice, plus plenty Polo
Tuck the uzi
"F" me twice like the Fendi logo
Only Built for Gucci Linx
Snatch diamond rings
Clap 9s at pigs, snatch crowns from kings
Overthrow the empire, slay emperors
Ayatollahs of endless war at
A tremendous cost diamond-Ruby snatcher
Booby trapper uzi clapper
Groupies in Gucci sandals yapping
Keeping your shooters happy
Illmatic luxurious like silk fabric
Official pistol pageant, witches' magic
Titties hanging
Listen, don't make a fucking jerk out of me
I ain't gettin' fucked like Gribbs
They murked Prodigy
They killed Biggie Smalls and Jam Master Jay
What the fuck is really going
On? Somebody has to pay
What if Suge Knight and Diddy were the CIA?
Killed our favorite rappers
Even gave Eazy AIDS cobra tongue
Smoky lung with the smoking gun canoli blunt
Either I'm totally batshit or holy fuck!
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? I prefer pot
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
What's my drug of choice? What have you got?
I don't go broke and I do it a lot
(Oh, check it, yo)