WHAT'S MY DRUG? - Ill Bill, D.V. Alias Khryst

Fuck a fight, I’ll bite off half your ear

Travel through the air like a deadly virus and strangle half the year

Paralyze the planet while Illuminazi quietly carry out their plan to enslave us

despite the panic

Up the ante, triple down, get your pistols out

Trump-faced Baphomet rockin' Hitler’s crown

Conehead hoodie champion sound

Bulletproof shooters cruise through with adamantium frowns

Sugar-free watermelon jello ketosis, we focused

Three toasters underneath th sofa plus the heat I’m holdin'

Young Baloff, get your fucking skull sprayd off

Then I skate off.

you, Fakin' the Funk, word to Main Source

The world worship perverted gods, words are charged and bursting sparks like an

overturned burning car

From the Flossy, call me Young Canarsie, Young Pesci

They’ll either kill me or arrest me, that’s my destiny

What’s my drug of choice?

What have you got?

I don’t go broke and I do it a lot

What’s my drug of choice?

What have you got?

I don’t go broke and I do it a lot

What’s my drug of choice?

I prefer pot

I don’t go broke and I do it a lot

What’s my drug of choice?

What have you got?

I don’t go broke and I do it a lot (Oh, check it, yo)

Goddammit, top savage, pop magnum at ops

And cops' badges, conjuring nonstop madness

Truck jewelry, heavy ice, plus plenty Polo

Tuck the uzi, «F» me twice like the Fendi logo

Only Built for Gucci Linx, snatch diamond rings

Clap .9s at pigs, snatch crowns from kings

Overthrow the empire, slay emperors

Ayatollahs of endless war at a tremendous cost

Diamond-Ruby snatcher, booby trapper.

uzi clapper

Groupies in Gucci sandals yapping, keeping your shooters happy

Illmatic luxurious like silk fabric

Official pistol pageant, witches' magic, titties hanging

Listen, don’t make a fucking jerk out of me

I ain’t gettin' fucked like Gribbs, they murked Prodigy

They killed Biggie Smalls and Jam Master Jay

What the fuck is really going on?

Somebody has to pay

What if Suge Knight and Diddy were the C.I.A.

Killed our favorite rappers, even gave Eazy A.I.D.S

Cobra tongue, smoky lung with the smoking gun.

canoli blunt

Either I’m totally batshit or holy fuck!

What’s my drug of choice?

What have you got?

I don’t go broke and I do it a lot

What’s my drug of choice?

What have you got?

I don’t go broke and I do it a lot

What’s my drug of choice?

I prefer pot

I don’t go broke and I do it a lot

What’s my drug of choice?

What have you got?

I don’t go broke and I do it a lot (Oh, check it, yo)