Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ill Bill TV, artist - DJ Muggs. Album song Kill Devil Hills, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Ill Bill TV |
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 |
A walking suitcase nuke with a fuck 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 fades bleeding |
What you reaching for? |
Get your fucking 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 |
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 |
I watched the Twin Towers evaporate, obliterate, incinerate |
I watch this big titty bitch dictate, I spit hate |
I spit love, I spit drugs, 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 |
A monsoon of multinational corporate chirons and icons |
My logo might as well be a planet strangled by pythons |
Or better yet a skull with double guns |
Motherfucker run, left the undercover, drugged 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 |