[Verse 1 QUnique] Dirty hands over a sacrificial lamb I got mad issues so Im snatching the pistol fam The green trees got me into orbit Where I found the skeletal remains of a mafia informant Im from Gravesend, where from out of the playpen You could get paid from filling the graves with made men No remorse like the end of a nasty divorce Marshall versus the sleestak with her hand on the torch [Verse 2 ILL Bill] Land of the Lost, hit you with chrome barrels Or with stone arrows Could turn your oceans into blood like Mo told Pharaoh They exit Egypt thousand years before the death of Jesus Millenniums before these devils invented diseases Creators of AIDS, icecold like vapors in space Institutionalized like hiding razor blades in cakes Incarcerated Scarfaces thatll rape your face To let you know what fucking time it is like Flava Flav [Hook ILL Bill] x2 We burn it up Like Manson versus Berkowitz We turn it up Like acid versus Percocets We serve it up Like assassins that flirt with death We sherm it up Like gangsters versus stickup kids [Verse 3 QUnique] This is the mind of violence with a designer virus Screw on the silencer in time so you can die in silence CapitalQ decapitate capitalist rappers I put a cap in they back after I turn my cap backwards The blood on the hands of Pontius Pilate Dwell on the underworlds of the city where the monsters hiding The mind of Heath Ledger with a handful of pills My face covered in makeup and a plan for the kill [Verse 4 ILL Bill] The massacres real, like crackheads dancing for krills A hairy situation like a tarantulas meal Im like a cross between a scorpion and Kevorkian My impact will flatten a skyscraper like an accordion Awardwinning war villains Playing hopscotch across buildings And toss trucks like Matchbox cars at your children Homie, I square off like a Sicilian Fuck priceless, cause every word I write cost a million [Hook ILL Bill] x2
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