I hold my pistol like the bible, turn a page to a verse of vengeance Volcanoes of violence erupt in the words of each sentence Here’s a toast to the death of my enemies My energy’s similar to the Devil’s, G My treachery stretch for centuries Menacing venomously, make you hemorrhage tremendously My fives senses suspended in weed and Hennessy You bleed endlessly, my greed gets me everything Pussy, cars, anything, the means to fulfill any dream I’m a fiend for the better things La Coka Nostra, my team be veterans Uncle Howie get the cream, who’s better Forever rich, lock me up and throw away the key I’ll still never snitch
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I’m a goon Wild style goons in the room I’m a goon with the golden six-shooter and a mullet I’m a goon We the ones that they write movies about Uncle Howie goons take over
[Verse 2]
I make the moshpit spin like the Anthrax Indians video Here we go, cross streams, Slipknot and Willie Bobo So dope, cause relapses and overdoses Explosive like stone tablets in the hands of Moses The most focused on global implosion Bill burn the truth into your eyes, leave the both of them smoking Smile for the barrel, swallow the Magnum Laughing in your face while the back of your head is vomiting fragments You can’t kill Bill, that was a movie, you can’t move me Bitch stand ? of an Uzi or AK-47’s I’m already dead, it’s Ill Bill, the 2011 Mellie Mell Motherfucker, what’s really real? Really ill Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel Yeah we really will Through windshields, windpipes, and car seats You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie
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[Verse 3]
I’m a goon in a world of atheists and religious fanatics Pimps, whores, drug dealers, drug addicts Rock stars, rappers, actors, other characters Star fuckers and cocksuckers and million dollar savages Negotiate with blowtorches to faces Vacation to Golden Nugget, make a fortune in Vegas I’m the greatest, perfect methods of execution Painless, popping the E of the stainless Leaving geniuses brainless Leaving the general population shocked and horrified Fucking with me, you might as well have been born to die My values are loyalty, truth, respect, and honour My family’s royalty, my life is an endless drama My art is death and I’m about to paint masterpieces Catastrophes, shattered dreams, amputees Forgiveness is between you and God, i just arranged the meeting I just arranged the firing squad, just arranged the bleeding
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Compositor: William Braunstein (Ill Bill) ECAD: Obra #39204649