| My aura is that of Moses in the Torah
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| Nineteen eighty-nine on tour with Sepultura
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| Laughing while blasting Sabbath on acid
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| It’s the anthem
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| Rest in peace Ruck, I throw a tantrum
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| I’m the illest of Bills, the realest of goons
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| A fucking savage
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| Pull out my dick and piss on your shoes
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| Is Jay Z Illuminati? |
| Bohemian hov, alien roves
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| Elohemian probes realer than reptilian skulls
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| Trade crafts so nobody know who really involved
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| So much angel dust in my blood, I’m nearly embalmed
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| Blotter acid, Bobby Bronson, splatter cops with shotguns
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| Shots of vodka, shot the spot up with a box of Mossbergs
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| The bombs from the planes whistling slow
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| Always get paid, step in on that Dominican blow
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| Young sadist, the iron rabbi, selling crack in Vegas
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| Space Invaders, Uncle Howie cooked 'em but he made 'em taste it
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| Under your futon, trying to pop your wig out
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| By the 69th precinct, dying to take a pig out
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| No interference, 36 buildings, all clearance
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| Shoutout to bugger on the bus, rob bitches for their earrings
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| Rap Gary Holt, we cut these posers into veggie dumplings
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| Catch me indictment trying to cop the heavy something
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| Lord of detergent, black rabbi, feast of perversions
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| My lawyer’s coked out, he a beast 'cause it’s always urgent
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| The mega shells Bushmasters when I rock Gazelles
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| MK Ultra, gunfire and sulfur, trapping at hotels
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| Cocaine eggs dipped in colors, it ain’t close to Easter
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| Farragut and Ralph, the dope spot next to Tony’s Pizza
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| Got a thousand faces, this is just one of many
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| Two-thousand twenty, my blood fetish is customary
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| Stories of my demise have been reported
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| A mission sent for reconnaissance of the slaughtered
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| With this order, I’m the prince of disorder
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| I’m alive, a survivor without a mention of water
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| Your attempts have been thwarted
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| All attempts have been thwarted
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| My intentions of vengeance are engines for Rigor Mortis
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| Entrances of the aura intense as if I record 'em
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| But sentences written on the park benches I was brought up on
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| Lyrics jotted on my skin and blood-written
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| Wasn’t around in my head, shit I was bug-bitten
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| Bedridden, drug smitten, in and out of love with 'em
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| It’s like I found what I said inside a drug kitchen
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| Picture Dominican blow with a boatload to sell
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| Two bitches wired of the 'Gnac, they both from Brazil
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| Breath reeking of soak or pussy, Coco Chanel
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| Jesus hanging from my neck hoping I don’t go to hell
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| Another afternoon on a dog day
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| Word to God I’m evolved in a hard way
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| For you to fuck with me stupid that would be an odd play
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| How quickly we can turn this shit to bullets over Broadway
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| Car thief jumper, Nazi thumper
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| New-school Archie Bunker, watch me hunker
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| Down impossibly be drunk again dumb fuck
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| And beat the Liberace batty boy punk up, I’m uncut |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song World War Hulk , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album Cannibal Hulk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп