Antron Singleton - Ill Bill, Stu Bangas, Goretex

«I mean, all I can remember, you know that the world was going to end,

and I had to find the devil and kill the devil before the world ended.»

Would you ever have thought that a rapper could cannibalize you?

Angel dust is a hell of a buzz, it’d take your mind through

The nine Luciferian planes

You could stick a pineapple up the ass of the Aryan race

I’m the sorcerer supreme, Emperor of (box locals?)

Razor dance on your face, I make the eyes vocal

YOLO, make my ice-pick do the Pogo

Homie, you get barbecued like pirogi

Cut off your fucking head, hang you on my wall like a trophy

Coka Nostra like macho men posted with Oakley’s

Gorilla goons, bulletproof few cars

cop shoot cop for fun coupons

Piss on thousand-dollar lesbians

My shooters are killing everything, I hire Chechyans

Serving splattered, silver platters of people

Murder, witness the madness and evil

«This drug is not a play thing, it’s not a beer, it’s not a Marijuana cigarette.

This Is something so mind-altering, that it will make you a cannibal or a

beast.»

Pop the choppers heavy

Got the white cookies 'cause it’s customary

Acid ceremonies got that Jerry laboratory steri'

8 balls like Tatum O’Neal, mixed in with matzo meal

Mausoleum drama, you get dug up like a poppy field

Desert heavy-metal shells

Thrashers rock Gazelles

Ayatollah pot, cocaina, helicopter crew (Krell?)

Jeff Walker med students

Ghoulish, another deli shooter

Cemetery dips, no lips, just respect the shooters

Get your paper Paul Newman, Propofol protocol

I keep bitches around that look like Rollergirl

I’m like Antron when I feast on dead space

A rib-cage, refrigerator, arms and slit face

Inverted reverend, vomit on the host of heaven

Seventh Roman shepherds

Manischewitz and clerics and Charlie’s resurrection

You on me like Spicoli on jelly since I was embryonic

Take this chalice, drink from my veins

The pain is cosmic