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