ILL BILL, STU BANGAS, Slaine, Goretex - World War Hulk lyrics

[ILL BILL, STU BANGAS, Slaine, Goretex - World War Hulk lyrics]

My aura is that of Moses in the Torah
Nineteen eighty-nine on tour with Sepultura
Laughing while blasting Sabbath on acid
It's the anthem, rest in peace Ruck
I throw a tantrum
I'm the illest of Bills, the realest of goons
A fucking savage
Pull out my dick and piss on your shoes
(Pssssssssssss)
Is Jay-Z Illuminati? Bohemian hov
Alien roves
Elohemian probes realer than reptilian skulls
Trade crafts so nobody know
Who really involved
So much angel dust in my blood
I'm nearly embalmed
Blotter acid, Bobby Bronson
Splatter cops with shotguns shots of vodka
Shot the spot up with a box of Mossbergs
Step off of the plane, Switzerland snow
Always get paid steppin' on
That Dominican blow

He is very please, d with the quality of the
Shipments they have done much
To maintain peace in my area of the world
Will I be seeing him shortly? No, not likely

Young sadist, the iron rabbi
Selling crack in Vegas space Invaders
Uncle Howie cooked 'em but he
Made 'em taste it
Under your futon, trying to pop your wig out
By the 69th Precinct, dying to take a pig out
No interference, 36 buildings, all clearance
Shoutout to Booker on the bus
Rob bitches for their earrings
Rap Gary Holt
We cut these posers into veggie dumplings
Catch me indictment trying to
Cop the heavy something
Lord of detergent, black rabbi
Feast of perversions my lawyer's coked out
He a beast 'cause it's always urgent
The mega shells Bushmasters when
I rock Gazelles
MK Ultra, gunfire and sulfur
Trapping at hotels
Cocaine eggs dipped in colors
It ain't close to Easter farragut and Ralph
The dope spot next to Tony's Pizza
Got a thousand faces
This is just one of many
Two-thousand twenty
My blood fetish is customary

Well, it's a great honor to
- be closely associated
That closely associated with the Messiah
Proof that God doesn't pick good people
Are y - Are you not a good person?
No, I'm very evil

Stories of my demise have been reported
A mission sent for reconnaissance
Of the slaughtered
With this order, I'm the prince of disorder
I'm alive
A survivor without a mention of water
Your attempts have been thwarted
All attempts have been thwarted
My intentions of vengeance are
Engines for Rigor Mortis
Entrances of the aura intense as
If I record 'em
But sentences written on the park benches
I was brought up on
Lyrics jotted on my skin and blood-written
Buzzin' around in my head
Shit I was bug-bitten
Bedridden, drug smitten
In and out of love with 'em
It's like I found what I
Said inside a drug kitchen
Pitchin' Dominican blow with a
Boatload to sell
Two bitches wired off the 'Gnac
They both from Brazil
Breath reeking of SoCo, pussy, Coco Chanel
Jesus hanging from my neck hoping
I don't go to hell
Another afternoon on a dog day
Word to God I'm evolved in a hard way
For you to fuck with me stupid
That would be an odd play
How quickly we can turn this
Shit to bullets over Broadway
Car thief jumper, Nazi dumper
New-school Archie Bunker, watch me hunker
Down impossibly be drunk again dumb fuck
And beat the Liberace batty boy punk up
I'm uncut

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