ILL BILL, STU BANGAS, Goretex - Hulk Meat lyrics

I spit that floating Pentagram
My beard resemble Baphomet
Black hoodie with a black robe
And the staff of death
Mullets and mustaches
Tiger print muscle tees hustle Gs
A drug dealer's dream is a hundred keys
Enter the Supercoven, shoot your mother
Joe Fixit
Coke bricks and scopes click into rifles
Approach business like an octopus
Duck down when the shotgun bust
Cannibal Hulk equal vodka multiplied by dust
Superhuman strength
Lift cars and save little kids' lives
Like Ol' Dirty Bastard in his prime I'm a
Menace to a society they cannot define me
I'm so high right now I can't
Even define what high means!
Haha, I feel I have a greater purpose though
Spit that purple dro
Murder flow like Kurtis Blow
Gun warm in my palm although my arm cold
What await's me in the beyond, only God knows
Anton LaVey had a pet lion
I'mma get rich or dead trying
On them projects steps with the sket iron
Ops get rocked and robbed
From the mouth of God
Pop the fuck off like Al-Shabaab

My killers ugly like Joe Cocker
Rock you to sleep like cold vodka
You in the trunk now all chopped off
I'm Father Yod with the hang glider
With fourteen wives battle for
Whose pussy tighter
My killers ugly like Joe Cocker
Rock you to sleep like cold vodka
You in the trunk now all chopped off
I'm Father Yod with the hang glider
With fourteen wives battle for
Whose pussy tighter

I'm like Subarus in '86, Camaros
Cable links and pharaohs
Trigger finger, styrofoam or potato barrels
Agent Steel, Tatum O'Neal
Sleeves and gumdrops
Hustle anything that alter
PCP or crushed rock
Triple pack, Mackenzie Phillips, basement kin
If you worked for it, no need to hit it
Makin' a sale i'm like Brando on Letterman
I cop Denalis off elephants
From cellophane to tenements
To heavy developments glenwood fortunes
Water bugs jumping out refrigerators
Deep cook
He slip a body up in the incinerator
Coffin Syrup we drinkin'
Bone fragments and trinkets
I don't have to kill 'cause
I think it, Charlie's wig, mayas and Incas
The kind of Hulk
Get this torch from the face of carnage
Got Amber Lynn hooked on meth
The coven of preggo starlets major targets
Starving bitches on the razor carpet
Harvester of Blood apartment 6A
Staying sharp as barbers

My killers ugly like Joe Cocker
Rock you to sleep like cold vodka
You in the trunk now all chopped off
I'm Father Yod with the hang glider
With fourteen wives battle for
Whose pussy tighter
My killers ugly like Joe Cocker
Rock you to sleep like cold vodka
You in the trunk now all chopped off
I'm Father Yod with the hang glider
With fourteen wives battle for
Whose pussy tighter