El Gant, Ill Bill
Yeah,?
It officially starts now
El Gant and Ill Bill, ha
Iâm giving you something youâve never seen
Listen close, this is not a dream
Wake up from surgery, feel the doctor poke at your spleen
Iâm from a place cause a racist cop will choke out a teen
Then leave him slumped in the street and beaten
Thatâs how it seems
Yo, what the fuck you mean? This life ainât natural
Donât make touch on government, the streets are like the capital
And Christianity is magical, they make you think
That you cannot finish a date without smoking, Iâll take a drink
This is not a story, some think itâs all a game
Most of us sold to the Devil just for a taste of fame
And so they pull something heavy, metal splatter your brain
Itâs not a game when you watch a pistol shatter your frame
Itâs pain and pleasure, you mix a little together
Then let it rise to the top and then popping, you get the measure
The president is a veteran sodomizing his people
To make you believe the words that heâs speaking
Naturally evil
This is that heavy metal shit
Donât even meddle with
I keep a four just in case yo I gotta settle shit
You ainât a veteran, I got some medicine
Donât even act like youâre tough, homie
Youâre better then
And this ainât for the radio, donât even play it, ho
The metal music to lose it, you know itâs crazy yo
And this is how itâs going down, let off a hundred rounds
Of metal music now can you hear the sound?
Iâm giving you heroin for your ears
Listen close, homie. This is dope
Get your adrenaline pumping like you was sniffing coke
Ride the lightning, cult leader my mindâs frightening
I drink blood from a human skull like a Viking
To toast the death of my enemies
I command an army of blood thirsty murderers with heads like machines
Iâm the future of this piece of shit scene
Abandon all hope and these fake fucking faggots
Iâmma snatch up all their bling
Got you stuck in the moment, zoning advanced but fucked up like cloning
Iâm the evolution of super soldiers
Human vultures, better yet Iâm exploding like super novas
Moving in circles of tyrannical goons with toasters
The face of the Devil, chased by the bass and the treble
The gunfight erupts amongst fallen saints in the temple
This is Ill Bill making the metal bang like Slip Knot
With twin Glocks, thirty-six shots, you get your wig popped
It officially starts, the takeover, the takeover
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