[Verse 1]

[Ill Bill]

I’m like a Viking in a submarine, I’m a Spartan with guns and beams 
Muggs and me is like giving hard [bad word] to fiends 
I be the cause of these prison riots, spawn of the Israelites 
Torture you with kitchen knifes, torch you in a pistol fight 
I saw brothers tore from the fist of Christ 
Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their system’s right 
I stick my finger in the [bad word]  plug the leak 
While she suck the teeth, look into the light, such is life

[B-Real]

So when I hold the mic frightened day and night 
Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your face 
Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days 
The venom we spit cut your throat like a razor blade 
They got [bad word] to pay, me I got [bad word] to raise 
Looked death in the eye, he said you get a stellar gaze 
He went on his way but he got stuck in the maze 
Without any way to get out of this purple haze
 [bad word]  Ill Bill]

Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint 
Trapped on the cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith 
Activate the tape, calculate the weight 
Single-handed with the cannon in their face

Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint 
Trapped on the cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith 
Activate the tape, calculate the weight 
Single-handed with the cannon in their face

[Interlude: Ill Bill]

Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke 
Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over 
But before the [bad word] to take us away 
Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze

Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke 
Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over 
But before the [bad word] to take us away 
Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze

[Verse 2]

[Ill Bill]

I ate some brownies last weekend, I’ve been high for days 
Should’ve known B-Real was the guy with the tray 
Cheech and Chong spliff, twist up an entire eighth 
It won’t freeze your nose, the [bad word] ll set fire to your face

[B-Real]

We get higher in the place, still my eyes are clean 
I’m the man in all black with the hashish sheen 
So many bags of green candy caused the lean 
Got a crew so thick man we causing a scene 
You tried to hit it the very moment I lit it 
You [bad word] your pants, coughing out your lungs, [bad word] quit it 
We got the greenery and the heavy machinery 
And life don’t mean a thing to me, [bad word] enjoy the scenery
 [bad word]