E.M.a. '92 - Ill Bill

Push it back, kid

Step the fuck back, kill the drama

I be rippin' niggas like my name was Jeff Dahmer

I’m the mad bomber, droppin dead babies off the roof

Splat flat upon the street, crazy hard like a reef

With a loop and the rhyme I design to cripple punks

Parapalegic, I get strategic with the funk

I process my stress then react on impact

Flip the fuckin bigga (?) like the blunt that I pack

With pot, got all types, domestic and exotic

Big words, the mother fuckin pimp with narcotics

The drug head thug pulls the plug on ya brain

Then activates the shit that hits like a freight train

So many rappers hate me cause I’m a sick fuck, dude

I’ll blow up but you won’t and that’s tough luck

So let me kick back and smoke my hash

And all the non-believers, you can eat my ass

Up ya fuckin nose with the mother fuckin hose

Big words, you motherfuckin nerds like Pete Rose

I make mad hits just like a cannabis fix I flow

Tick tock just like a bomb about to go off

Body parts and limbs, I lick shots and blood clots

Of so-called friends but (?)

Behind my back, they’re talking trash

Cause I cash large cheques and they get vexed when I flex

The complex compulsive, dead celebrity rap repulsive

And so the dead-up result is

They gettin' jealous cause I got the cash

But all the backstabbers you can eat my ass

Phat like a gat like a gun nigga run

Yo my brain’s like an uzi and my uzi weighs a ton

Twist your fist around the mic if you wanna

But if you step to me you’re goin' out like (?)

Smearin' feces, I increase the deceased

The body count peaks you’re dealin' with the dead freak

(?) yo I came to talk business

The snakes are crawlin' out the grass with the quickness

Talkin' crazy shit like I should change my style

But fuck that bullshit, I’d rather stay foul

I know I’m gonna have the last laugh

So all you fuckin' fakes you can eat my ass