The Walking Dead - Ill Bill, Guilty Simpson, Shabaam Sahdeeq

The ill diabolical fiend this mad scientist

Kill the cartel, rule the land with a iron fist

Ruste Juxx I be spitting that

Body new rappers, homie, watch who you getting at

Brrap, the bold cap snapback

I hit you with the brrat 'till your cap snap back

Further, knocking on them Pearly Gates

I’m organizing late funerals and early wakes

For any hot stepper trying to dance with the devil

Gravedigger, stand over your corpse with a shovel

Dropping dirt on it, fill it up then I’m out

They building something on the lands so now I gotta dig 'em out

Hoodfella, I rob for deniros

Too many lives lost for trying to be a hero

My patience is zero, I’m keeping it a hundred

Everytime I had a fight in my life I never fronted

I’m the realest

Illest man walking, night of the living dead

Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head

Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed

Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared

I’m the illest man walking, night of the living dead

Tombstone hopper, got a price on my head

Graveyard shipping, gotta keep the monsters fed

Things that go bumping at night, fool, you scared

I spit a murder verse scary as October 31st

House keeping, streets sweeping when doing my dirty work

Marijuana sparker, playing that drum like Travis Barker

Fam, I will valet park ya

Take your keys then get that cake before you leave

Gun talk, shooting the breeze

I put a popper to your chopper drop a hundred emcees

Hard ten below, but I spit the summer degrees

That mac wind made his hat spin

There’s a million mad men in my trash bin

So when I buck at you bastards

Calm your frontline, and call it a muscle relaxer

Results of my violence is silence, we all can sleep

Me home, you six feet deep

Well-known heavy hitter, whoever want it

Everytime I step to the plate, I never bund it

I’m the illest

I’m a product of the projects, a menace to society

My consciense thinks progress but my greed thinks violently

Give me that, run that, kill me or I come back

Taking what I wanna take, homie, I’m a scumbag

So disrespectful I know my parents taught me better than that

But couldn’t keep me away from felony rap

Not talking about music, this is felony robbery

Strong arm with the uzi, intercepting the economy

Touch down, get down clown, kiss the ground

And I’m too broke to own a silencer, homie, this is loud

Matter of fact, definetely, make your ears ring

Crazy you can get shot and not feel it at first, it’s a weird thing

Pass out, wake up in the emergency room

With people you never met before nursing your wounds

Your little sister crying, doctors are inserting a tube

Down your throat, oh well, nothing personal dude

Bill is the illest