Goonsday - Ill Bill

There’s three stages of Free Masons

Green papers written in diseased hatred

Be patient, wait for the egyptian translation

David and Goliath at war, achieve greatness

Seen agents with biological agents in briefcases

Holy shit homie, this ain’t what the prophecies of the Bible said

Leviathan, a cross between lucifer and a scientist

Sitting in a pentagram, octagon

Reading from the necronomicon with octomom

?fuck the fembot that shot Oscar Goldman

My operation costs six billion

Goddamnit you should’ve told them who I am

Ill Bill, goonsday, it’s doomsday

The Forty-deuce black hebrew goonface, my tool spray

It takes forty-two muscles to frown

And only four to click the trigger of a four-pound

I’m falling down

My bullets’ll melt your face like the end of Raiders

Pop your fucking cranium open like a baked potato