Kill Devil Hills (feat. B-Real & Vinnie Paz) (исполнитель: DJ Muggs vs. Ill Bill)
I spoke to Osama’s cousin, he said that Jeb Bush was waiting with the helicopter Blooded out, the Crips got Barry O with the teleprompter Warlords argue over who brew the better vodka Death is constant, value of life’s less than nonsense Process this information from me Suckered through the barcode implanted in your face for free You just a broken arrow homie, I’m a mushroom cloud walking suitcase nuke with a [bad word] you smile Coked out hoes, sold out shows in Poland Polo P-wings and Stadium hoodies, it’s an explosion of the skull and guns, mafia meetings FIB tags on Belt Parkway graffiti, the top of your face bleeding What you reaching for? Get your [bad word] hand out your pocket And tell your man to stop acting so proper shooting the moshpit Pay attention, big brother is watching Matter of fact, so of all y’all, my Youtube channel is bonkers [bad word] This is Ill Bill TV, goons on the scene, shooters supreme, you glued to the screen This is Ill Bill TV, goons on the scene, shooters supreme, you glued to the screen This is Ill Bill TV, goons on the scene, shooters supreme, you glued to the screen This is Ill Bill TV, goons on the scene, shooters supreme, you glued to the screen This is-this is-this is [Verse 2] I watched the Twin Towers evaporate, obliterate, incinerate I watch this big [bad word] [bad word] dictate, I spit hate I spit love, I spit [bad word] I innovate I make digital transistors integrate the eagle, the owl, and the octopus Secrets that worth dying for, civilization debatable like existence of dinosaurs Final war, witnesses to Jehovah spy on your door Viral war, pyramid occupied by the eye of the storm Campus rampage, suicide high school Typhoon of firebombs, tsunami of firearms monsoon of multinational corporate chirons and icons My logo might as well be a planet strangled by pythons Or better yet it’s spelled with double guns [bad [bad word] left the undercover, [bad word] him with the needle from my brother Muggs We make the music that your mother loves Now she’s glued to the screen too, it’s kinda bugged