Morbid Hallucinations - Reel Wolf, Ill Bill, Danny Diablo

Hallucination, all notorious from bad lysergic

Pieces of blotter, bathtub, mix it up with detergent

Cubes of liquid, life’s inflicted, the pain is infinite

Like twenty surgeons sick with the scalpel, the arm’s infamous

Killing Zoe, waiting for symptoms of teen victims

Dark and stiff as the moon spinning, coming at you with biscuits

Bark at the moon, grinning, like Abbath from Immortal I’m winning

Swiss chemist, LSD forms my religion

I was born too late, baby, oxy tabs and prison

Rap pharmacist, Spicoli checkable, it’s bloody vision

Transcend through meditation, bullets and bloody aprons

No Timothy Leary agents like Kubrick in '86 spaceships

The iron matrix

Toxic fantasy

Blurred reality

Lost in agony

Into the void, mind insufferable

Psycho-delic storm

Lucid catacombs

Mental terror swarm

Into the void, mind insufferable

Hallucination — a paranoid convulsion, repulsion

Devotion to corrosion of conformity, explosion

Disposable heroes and militant villains

Billions of civilians are killed while corporations earn trillions

And the War Machine grind like Brutal Truth

Pass the Dutchie like musical youth, but the Uzi shoot

Children of God, soldiers of Satan

Vultures await at the gates of Hell beyond the smouldering flames

They call me Billion Dollar Bill, but was Osama killed?

Or is he secretly at Mar-a-Lago chilling?

What’s really behind the curtain?

Does life after death exist?

Or are you ready to die for certain?

Toxic fantasy

Blurred reality

Lost in agony

Into the void, mind insufferable

Psycho-delic storm

Lucid catacombs

Mental terror swarm

Into the void, mind insufferable

Death from above

Show no fucking love

In these streets, we hear the cries

In these streets, you fucking die

Lost your fucking mind today

Nightmarish designs remain

Catatonic rabbit hole

Into depths of Hell we go

Death from above

Show no fucking love

In these streets, we hear the cries

In these streets, you fucking die

Psychotropic pesticides

Reach your peak and then you die

In a realm of empty hope

Stare in death’s kaleidoscope

Yeah, that’s right motherfuckers

Danny Diablo, yeah what’s up

Reel Wolf, Goretex, ILL Bill

Dominant species, OUT!